The Longest Goodbye (Feat. Laufey)

You were a brand-new blue jean, picket on the front lawn
A reason just to get off the floor
From a friend to a stranger, a simple rearranger
Should I even open that door?

It was a Sunday morning, hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were starting a war
Now you're changing and moving, I'll take my ass to Houston
'Cause I don't think you love me anymore

That's all right

You were a headache some days, but surely no one's perfect
But loving you's like doin' a chore
Instead of blamin' and bruisin' and watching what I'm losin'
I don't think I love you anymore

And if this is my goodbye (oh-ooh)
It's been the longest of my life (oh-ooh)
I see my shoes have been filled (ooh)
And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice (ooh)

I see the new man you're holding, the bar is finally closing
I don't know what I'm bugging you for
Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hiding
I don't think you love me anymore

And I don't think I love you anymore
But I don't think I'll ever be so sure
(One, two, three) ah