What kind of doubt would even generate that kind of response? You've lost it And I'm sure it's gotta do with my never-ending habits, they're brushing me blue So why do you say you're still in love with me? when it's after the fact That we're locking our doors while still residing on the same street Are you picturing me? That Fall you wrote me letters and held my face in the park I'll never forget that walk after the restaurant closed back to your car I'm not over it So why is there panic when I lay beside you tonight? I'll walk to the window and look out dramatically, I'm worrying you I guess I'm stained in blue I can't believe That after a romance of this kind we'd say goodbye It seems like a waste babe don't you think we've had our time? To sort out what was out of line You've worked on yours and I've dealt with mine