We kissed in the kitchen and made love in your bed,
Over and over again.
We cried in the kitchen and slept in our bed, so separate.

You leave me out of your mess.
You were suffering too much,
You leave me out of your mess.
So we can go on,
We can move on,
So we can go on.

We eat in our kitchens and sleep in our beds.
We're so nice on the phone and so cruel in our heads.
But we can go on.
We can go far.
We can move on.
And we can feel so, so small.