The Longest Goodbye

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 re-arranger 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 (It's alright) I was a headache some days, but surely no one's perfect See, loving me's like doing a chore But you told me you'd hold me Forget the matrimony I don't think I love you anymore And if this is my goodbye It's been the longest of my life I see my shoes have been filled And still, all I can hope is that he's treating you nice 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)