You wrote me by candlelight (I'm not coming back) It struck you late in the night (Like a heart attack) When it hits you that you're Happy you can't let that go And I guess I should have recognized That the two of us told ourselves lies We fit like a glove It was comfort, not love And when you left for that trip (I'll be gone a week) I felt a pang of regret (And we didn't speak) When you find someone You feel you already know You tend to let go And I guess I should have recognized That the two of us told ourselves lies We fit like a glove It was comfort, not love It was comfort, not love