There's No Talk Of Future PlansThere's No RomanceThere's No Good Reason We Should Be In LoveSo I've Been Making Shit UpWe're Even Sleeping In Different BedsDifferent SchedulesBut That's The Best Excuse You Came Up WithGood Enough That It Still SticksStill, I'm Not Tired Of You Holding OutTheres Nothing Better To Come AlongI'm Not Tired Of Being Let DownI'm Tired Of Playing DumbThere's No Talk Of The Way You've BeenThough The Evidence Is Creeping Its WayInto Our Happy HomeI Hardly Notice AnymoreMatchbooks From The Other Side Of TownThose Long Aching LooksInto Other People's YardsBut That Can't Be What You WantI'm Not Tired Of You Coming Home Too LateBut When You Don't Come Home At AllI Can Handle Being AloneI'm Just Tired Of Playing DumbI'm Tired Of Playing DumbI'm Tired Of Playing DumbThere's No Talk Of How I AmI'm Not ComplainingBut Maybe A Few Kind Words Once In A While
