I'm tired of thinking of you
Each and every minute I see
Something I know that you'd love
Cheating ourselves to believe we'll be last
Like a fool, I thought it was true
I was holding your flowers
With one eye on the clock
Until we're everything we ought to be-eeeeeeee
Terrified, while the picture of dignity
Come eat with me, at the table of this life
Yes, we're all made of glass
cheating ourselves to believe we'll be last
Like a fool, I thought it was true
I was holding your flowers