Just keep on telling yourself
That you're freer without me
As I'm fighting to get us back on track
Without a chance to a victory
'Cause the bitter reality
Will obtain you too
The things we never expect
Always become the truth
The day you're hearing the song I wrote for you
On the radio
Will be the day you miss me to
But it's too late though
As long as you are young and pretty
The boys stand in a queue
But as you're getting older
They stop running after you
And as you sit there all alone
Memories are coming through
Wondering what's coming next
Do you have a clue?
The day you're hearing the song I wrote for you
On the radio
Will be the day you miss me to
But it's too late though
Once The Dirty Nil sang
It applies to you and me
Loving you is a pain of infinity