There's no reason to be here on a Tuesday night
Tears welling up by candlelight
Gettin' ready for another stupid fight
At least we'll have an audience this time
Things haven't felt the same
It's hard to say which one of us changed
You're making more money these days
I reckon that's the cause to celebrate
Some it's different from the same old haunts
So pour some more rosé, I think we both
Could use a little détente
You can order whatever you want
Breaking up at the French restaurant
Lately, I've been treating us like old fast food
Not 400-dollar meals for two
And I could say the same about you
But you've hardly touched the amuse-bouche
So I guess I'll let it go
You mean more to me than this, I should have known
How the hell we got on this talk?
I know you like to put a show on
Breaking up at the French restaurant
Well, pretty soon, I'll be running into the dark
While you follow me in the car
'Cause you know I won't get that far on foot
And I was a fool, forever walking out on
Something we worked on for so long
When all you ever asked of me
Was just a little bit of goddamn honesty
Well, now you can do whatever you want
I know that you like to show off
It's like we broke up at a French restaurant
You can order whatever you want
