| My friends all say that you’re no good
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| That you’re not fit to shine my shoes
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| They say that you are not the caliber of man
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| That I deserve to have
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| Well, I don’t know that much about guns
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| But I feel like I’ve been shot by one
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| I am ashamed 'cause I don’t know myself right now
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| And I am 43
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| The knowledge that I can’t be what you need
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| Is cutting off my air supply
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| And yet this information has not reached my heart
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| And that’s why I still try
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| They say that I should go outside more
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| And drink lots of water all the time
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| But that does not seem to be working
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| 'Cause you still have not come back to me
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| Why don’t you love me anymore?
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| Tell me--why don’t you love me anymore?
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| I feel like telling everyone
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| To fuck off all the time
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| 'Cause they don’t know
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| I keep expecting Woody Allen
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| To come out from those dark shadows
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| I watched Jane Eyre last night
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| And thought about which role
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| Would work the best for me
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| My mind is tired, and all I’m doing now
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| Is worrying my friends and family
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| Why don’t you love me anymore?
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| Tell me--why don’t you love me anymore?
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| Just in case you didn’t hear me
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| Ask before…
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| Tell me--why don’t you love me anymore? |