I'm making myself sick
Trying to live with things you live with
You're better than me
Make haste go quick
And get us used to the things we're stuck with
We're never gonna get used to the fact that she
She's not coming back
She is not coming back
The cats we let outside
And then we lent them aside to cry
To cry
The kids we left inside
The men we lent them a bride
And then we set hearts aside
I'm nicer to strangers than you
I'm going with them and we're leaving soon
We'll be leaving soon
We're not coming back