(Three, four)

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 mornin', hanging by a shoelace
Felt like you were startin' a war
Now you're changin' and movin', I'll take my ass to Houston
'Cause I don't think you love me anymore

(That's alright)

You were a headache somedays, but surely no one's perfect
But loving you is like doing 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 (ooh-ooh)
It's been the longest of my life (ooh-ooh)
I see my shoes have been filled, and, still (ooh-ooh)
All I can hope is that he's treating you nice (ooh-ooh)

I see the new man you're holdin', the bar is finally closin'
I don't know what I'm buggin' ya for
Between the silence and the mileage, the feelings you were hidin'
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