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Title: Simon and Garfunkel's "Overs" defines the end of my relationship Post by: seeperplexed on January 08, 2017, 08:24:26 PM Overs
Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? The game is over, over, over. No good times, no bad times No times at all, just the New York Times. Sitting in the windowsill Near the flowers. We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately. And drop a smile passing in the hall. But there's no laughs left, 'cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all in a very short time. Time is tapping on my forehead Handing from my mirror Rattling the teacups. And I wonder how long can I delay We're just a habit, like saccharine And I'm habitually feelin' kind of blue. But each time I try on the thought of leaving you. I stop, I stop and think it over. But finally I discovered infidelity and got the hell out. |