So this is how it ends. This is where it all
goes down. This is what "I don't love you" feels
like. It ain't the middle of the night. And it ain't even
rainin outside. It ain't exactly what I had in mind for
goodbye. At a red light in the sunshine, on a Sunday. Nothin to
say, don't even try. Some are comin home, some are leaving
town. While my world's crashing down. On a Sunday in the
sunshine. At a red light.
