All things come to this point
The leaves will fall and you'll be out of joint
Rejoice and know that you were sort of loved
At least until they'd had enough
Oh, ain't that a pity? Well, it's a crying shame
To get so caught up in anger, with no one to blame
I don't understand much,, I wish I didn't love you
I wish you wouldn't keep in touch, now there's nothing I can do