They don't talk much anymore, they're all out of luck
He brings you roses, cause he knows, and you know he * up
And no it's not the first time, but the last time
He'll break your heart, staring at the ceiling
Tell him that he's dreaming, in the dark
Often when he thinks of you, he wonders if you think about him too
But you don't
And they don't talk much at all
And now she's doing better on her own
Happy with his feeling, now he's gone
No more crying over a broken heart
Still often when he dreams of you, he wonders if you think about him too
But you don't
They don't really talk much, you know
I hear she's doing better, now she's on her own
And no it's not the first time, but the last time


He brings you roses, cause he knows, and you know he * up
And no it's not the first time, but the last time