I know driving makes you tired
But the thought of you keeps me up at night
And you said you'd start a fire
To set me right
Seven years along
And I don't feel any older
I can still feel the weight
Of your arm around my shoulder
As you slipped one hundred dollars
Into my bag on our way home
What have I done?
Did I get it all wrong?
I know I lied
When I shouldn't have done
What have I done?
Did I get it all wrong?
I know I lied
When I shouldn't have done
But I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love
I'm sick of love