Overs

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves?
The game is over, over, overNo good times, no bad times
There's no times at all
Just the New York times
Sittin' on the windowsill
Near the flowersWe might as well be apart
It hardly matters
We sleep separatelyAnd drop a smile passin' in the hall
But there's no laughs left
'Cause we laughed them all
And we laughed them all
In a very short timeTime is tapping on my forehead
Hangin' from my mirror
Rattlin' the teacups
And I wonder, how long can I delay?
We're just a habit like saccharinAnd I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
But each time I try on
The thought of leavin' you
I stop
I stop and think it over