It’s too late to be sentimental, you see
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Already said good-bye I probably should have stuck to my guns then
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Now you’re refreshing my memory, reminding me of all those times
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I cried, so I’ll tell you what’s running right now through my mind
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All the things that I’d bake, they weren’t what Mama would make
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You’re still living with her, but steady losing your hair in my sink
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Talked about us one day getting married, it’s a good thing that we never did
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You’ll always be too young to have kids
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That’s why she’s leaving
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Baby, good-bye
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Baby, so long, good-bye
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I loved you so much, stayed awake by the phone on the couch
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Back in those days I used to think you possibly could be the one
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I was a bit masochistic, took second to video games
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And chicks in the chatrooms with all of those dumb user names
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But shall I tell the rest? |
Stood still even when you confessed
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Since you were just a kid you had a crush on a cousin named Bess
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Your dreams straight from Psych 101 textbooks
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I’ll admit that it gave me the creeps
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But those issues I thought would dissolve with me
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CHORUS.
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BRIDGE
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Shame on me, thinking I could repair you
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For ignoring those angels of dread
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For believing a version I made up of you in my head
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Now it’s too late to be so sentimental with me
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I should have stood my ground back then, the first time that I called it quits
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I guess this time I came back out of pity
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Not the way for us two to re-start
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How strange now you’re the one with the broken heart |