There's no talk of future plans There's no romance There's no good reason we should be in love So I've been making shit up We're even sleeping in different beds Different schedules But that's the best excuse you came up with Good enough that it still sticks Still, I'm not tired of you holding out Theres nothing better to come along I'm not tired of being let down I'm tired of playing dumb There's no talk of the way you've been Though the evidence is creeping between Into our happy home I hardly notice anymore Matchbooks from the other side of town His long aching looks It's in other people's yards But that can't be what you want I'm not tired of you coming home too late But when you don't come home at all I can handle being alone I'm just tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb I'm tired of playing dumb There's no talk of how I am I'm not complaining But maybe a few kind words once in a while