BAD NEWS

I'm giving you bad, bad news

I think I might've fallen out of love with you

Years of fighting and hiding feelings

All those nights staring at the ceiling

I keep on thinking that I might be better alone (I might be better alone)

Sometimes when I get back from work I wish no one was home (I wish no one was home)

I start reminiscing 'bout good times we had

Like I'm always missing what we can't get back

I'm giving you bad, bad news

I think I might've fallen out of love with you

Years of fighting and hiding feelings

All those nights staring at the ceiling

I'm giving you bad, bad news

Now I think I know what I already knew

The truth is out, so there's no pretending

I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending

This is the last song I'll ever write for you

No more telling me I'm not right for you

Save your breath, there's nothing left to do

This is the last song I'll ever write for you

I'm giving you bad, bad news

I think I might've fallen out of love with you

Years of fighting and hiding feelings

All those nights staring at the ceiling

I'm giving you bad, bad news

Now I think I know what I already knew

The truth is out, so there's no pretending

I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending