When the heel of my shoe broke
You didn't worry,
You just went away.
It would have been okay,
Heard no violins, saw no silhouettes at dusk

You could have said you needed money
But you just took it,
No waves caressed the shore
No tears swept the floor
No bells were ringing, no angels sang at all

I don't dream of busted swings
Or paint-peeled fences
Caught out in the rain, love down the drain,
You took my last ten dollars

Love with you is so sweet-and-sour
So very hot-and-cold,
Seems so half, not whole
You know I love chili, with garlic and butter
But the soup, babe, is burned, and I'm moving on