Lyrics

He saw her sipping on a beer and talking on the phone
He wouldn?t have noticed if he wasn?t so alone
And he thought ?maybe I am dying, well certainly I am
And if these things come back to haunt us well I don?t give a damn about

The records on the shelf and the posters on the wall?
And all the things he doesn?t notice till they?re all about to fall
on him

He saw her picking up her things and walking out that way
She didn?t want to leave it, he didn?t want to say
And she thought ?maybe this is living, well certainly I can
And if these things come back to haunt us well I don?t give a damn about

The records on the shelf and the posters on the wall
All the things he doesn?t notice till they?re all about to fall
on him?