Songtext von The Longest Goodbye (remix) (feat. ROLE MODEL)

(Three, four) You were a brand new, blue jean, picket on the front lawn A reason just to get off the floor From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger Should I even open that door? It was a Sunday mornin', hanging by a shoelace Felt like you were startin' a war Now you're changin' and movin', I'll take my ass to Houston 'Cause I don't think you love me anymore (That's alright) You were a headache somedays, but surely no one's perfect But loving you is like doing a chore Instead of blamin' and bruisin' and watching what I'm losin' I don't think I love you anymore And, if this is my goodbye (ooh-ooh) It's been the longest of my life (ooh-ooh) I see my shoes have been filled, and, still (ooh-ooh) All I can hope is that he's treating you nice (ooh-ooh) I see the new man you're holdin', the bar is finally closin' I don't know what I'm buggin' ya for Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hidin' I don't think you love me anymore And I don't think I love you anymore But I don't think I'll ever be so sure (One, two, three) ah