I look at our road And its disrepair The feelings I look for Are no longer there There's a man in Toledo Whom laughs at my jokes Little John just stopped crying And passed me the smokes For this, my dear, is goodbye This, my dear, is goodbye Now you keep the cat And I'll take the car But those three nights in London That we spent in pure bliss Well those ones, will always be ours The feel of your fingers The taste of your spit But what good would it do If we just go wander 'round clenching our fist? This, my dear, is goodbye This, my dear, is goodbye The gun is in the closet The drugs are in the drawer Was a woman in your bed once? Tell me which one you want more Your heart isn't broken It shines when you laugh You stood up when most men Would have turn tailed and run from what's asked Your lips on my neck The exploration of hands Will keep me up nights but I am what I am Oh and This, my dear, is goodbye¨ This, my dear, is goodbye This, my dear, is goodbye This, my dear, is goodbye