I think I'll go to Italy
When I get on my feet
I'm gonna drink the same wine
On that little cobbled street
Why oh why you may ask
Would I do this again
But I'll be done loving you by then
I never asked for anything
I never gave you cause
To believe that I was anything
I'm not and never was
In a year or two down the line
I guess we could be friends
Cos I'll be done loving you by then
I'll be done loving all your funny little traits
And the way you seem to always be getting your own way
I'll be done falling apart if and when
I'll be done loving you by then
The rest of our belongings
Can go where we don't see
All the traces of existence that once said you and me
And if my heart should start to break
I'll teach it how to bend
And I'll be done loving you by then
I'll be done loving all your funny little traits
And the way you seem to always be getting your own way
I'll be done falling apart if and when
I'll be done loving you by then