It was a secret,
sometimes a lie
And I was screaming in the back of my mind
I wasn't sleeping,
God, I was tired
But your late night text would set my body on fire
We don't talk about that, though
Rather leaving us here, so
If we don't talk about it,
about it,
about it Like it doesn't exist,
exist,
exist
We don't talk about that,
yeah Rather let it be unclear
If we don't talk about it,
about it,
about it Then it doesn't exist
When it starts with an S And it ends with your X
We don't talk about it We will work around it
When it starts with an S And it ends with your X
I'm sorry
We don't talk about it,
no We would rather not Rather not be talking about it
I've never felt so sad
But my tears have left the building
When you gave me something else That we sure won't tell our children
When we'll be old,
when we'll be gray,
oh We've still got sheets to shake
And all it takes is for you to open up your mouth
And say When it starts with an S And it ends with
your X I'm pretty sure that I'm your fool anyway
Even if you want When it starts with an S Oh no And it ends with your
X Baby,
we could do it one more time When it starts with an S I would,
I would And it ends with your X And it ends with your
X We will work around it When it starts with an S And
it ends with your X Maybe we should just be friends?
Now that I come to think of it,
this is a really bad idea.
We probably broke up for a reason.
And it's this one.