Where To Start

So one night she phones me
I'm cornered in the living room
We're speaking of impending doom
We exchange sad goodbyes
Where did all the feelings go
Couldn't we have just said no

Why can't we have
Why can't I be just what we dreamed of

I thought what I'd do was have a shot of you
And I'd be buzzed off of your love
Or was it the Jager
It's safe to say I'd wager
That it was and now I'm just hungover

So much for forever
I guarantee we'll be those friends
Talk once a month then that'll end
It's not what I wanted
Sometimes things were as good as gold
But quite often shit got very old