When you picked up the tab, it threw the planets out of line
You hadn't paid for dinner since June of '99
I should have been delighted, but took it as a sign
That you didn't want to owe me or take any more of mine
That silly paranoia that you always dismissed
Finally got it right, and then became part of the list
If we have to say that it won't be pretty to pick up the pieces, to keep this alive
If we have to say, that it won't be pretty
Then maybe it's wise, to keep it easy on the easy
You finally learnt to drive
I was at home and I was struck
We only ever went out when I had to pick you up
Somewhere back a while, you bought a lock and key
But you never had a set of doubles cut for me
If we have to say that it won't be pretty...
So can we make it clear, and can we keep it fair
Or when I'm in my sock drawer, will I find your underwear again?
I ask you for the one thing that made you turn away
Well, funny, it's the same thing, that kept me from
the brink of slipping and sinking