Driving to his crosstown loft It crossed my mind That this might be The last time At least it means I can stop pretending That I care about our star signs And pay no heed tonight To what the mystics write I have to read by candlelight I guess that if I wanted I could sort things out And fall along behind him He told me I was special but I really can't be bothered To remind him It's coming to a close It's sad but then, who knows? I might find out it's better when he goes I wonder what I'm playing at I think I'll turn the car around And forget it Promised it won't get me down And he said cannot hurt If I don't let it Every thing's been said His reasons filled my head But now I leave with mine instead Every thing's been said His reasons filled my head But now I leave with mine instead