I wasn't worried about the small things
 Tried to bury what they might or could have meant
 And as far away as you could get, as distant as you'd ever been
 You still love me

 The book of love is fiction
 Written by the loneliest to sing
 Thinking they’re doing the best
 Learning things they should forget
 Until the end

 So maybe we should plan then
 Who will go, and who will stay, and when
 Until one of us can say it like it is
 You've already made your own bed

 Can you tell me what just happened
 Where's my girlfriend with her engine pinned red light
 I pick you up on a Wednesday night
 Go out for a secret drive
 Like we were kids

 Will we be alright
 I have never doubted it before my friend
 Are they [bad word] back again
 Those feelings that we started with
 I'll give it time

 So maybe we should plan then
 Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
 Until one of us can call it like it is
 You've already made your own bed
 I deserve the [bad word] 
 But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
 Finally seeing us for how it really is
 I've been alone just never noted
 Its time we had a plan then
 Of who will go, and who will stay, and when
 Until one of us can say it like it is
 You've already made your own bed
 I deserve the [bad word] 
 But I'm so afraid of what It'd do
 Finally seeing us for how it really is
 I've been alone just never noted