Cigarettes on Sunday evenings
Out at Eden park
Laid up on the lawn till sunlight dims
And streetlamps light the dark
We stumble back to your apartment
Drunk and seeing stars
Bake some cookies watch some movies
And fall asleep inside your arms
Well this love is a temporary thing
We can't commit to more than temporary flings
I shoulda known not to get attached
But it's too late to vacate
And leave with my heart intact
When this is over
When I'm alone
When I feel like a stranger in my own home
When this is over
When I can't sleep
When I close my eyes and you are all I see
When this is over
When you don't call
And you convince yourself that you never really loved me at all
How will I get over
When this is over
Crawling through your window
Careful not to make a sound
Your girl is working night shift
And your roommate's out of town
Even though you're tied down
And I'm seeing other men
I only feel less lonely
When I'm next to you in bed
Cause this love is a temporary thing
We can't commit to more than temporary flings
I shoulda known not to get attached
But it's too late to vacate
And leave with my heart intact
When this is over
When I'm alone
When I feel like a stranger in my own home
When this is over
When I can't sleep
When I close my eyes and you are all I see
When this is over
When you don't call
And you convince yourself you never really loved me at all
How will I get over
When this is over
Maybe I should have walked away when I had the chance
But I'd rather hold half of your heart than leave with empty hands
It will never be over
It will never be over
When this is over
When this is over