Well, the TV's turned to static And I'm still in bed with you And sometimes I think I've had it But I'm still in bed with you And it's true, I shouldn't be here anymore But I don't really care about that now All the days that I spend trying To find out what I've done wrong Somehow seem to be forgotten When I write myself a song To remind me why I started this whole thing So I'll sing, and I'll wing it once again I still find comfort in the comfort Familiarity has got me bad So I'll expect you on my doorstep, darling And I will probably take you back And so many times repeated Trace my steps back to the start 'Cause I've memorized my lines now You could shoot me through the heart To protect me from doing what I might regret But won't, baby, don't, just be my sin And I'm not afraid of endings I sense no impending doom 'Cause although you say it's over We are still just me and you, through and through Two kids without a sense of self control Just the goal of giving in I still find comfort in the comfort Familiarity has got me bad So I'll expect you on my doorstep, darling And I will probably take you back I will probably take you back I will probably take you back I will probably take you back