I look at our road
In it's disrepair
The feelings I look for
Are no longer there

There's a man in Toledo
Whom laughs at my jokes
Little John just starts crying
And pass me the smokes

For this, my dear, is goodbye
For this, my dear, is goodbye

Now you keep the cat
And I'll take the car
But those three nights in London
That we spent in pure bliss
Well those ones will always be [yours]/[ours?]

The feel of your fingers
The taste of your spit
But what good would it do
If we just wander 'round clenching our fists

For this, my dear, is goodbye
For this, my dear, is goodbye
The gun is in the closet
The drugs are in the drawer
Was a woman in your bed
Once tell me which one you want more

Your heart isn't broken
It shines [with new life]/[when you you laugh?]
You stood up when most men
Would have turned tail and run from what's asked

Your lips on my neck
The exploration of hands
Will keep me up nights but...
I am, what I am

Oh, and this my dear, is goodbye
Oh, and this my dear, is goodbye
Oh, and this my dear, is goodbye
Oh, and this my dear, is goodbye