The first thought I had was about the couch
I know that's kinda strange
Then little things like who'd get what
Add up inside your brain
It's nothin' like gettin' in
It happens kinda slow
The next thing you know, you've fallen out of love
And you don't know if you should go
I wonder if he can hear my thoughts
Some days I think he can
But if he could, he wouldn't be here
God knows he's not that kind of man
It's nothin' like gettin' in
It happens kinda slow
The next thing you know, you've fallen out of love
And you don't know if you should go
I'm six years deep, I'll be six more soon
I ain't got that kind of time
I want an excuse to stay in this thing
But I can't think of a reason why
Reason why
The first thought I had was about the couch
I know that's kinda strange
Then little things start adding up
And you don't know if you should stay
