We're Breakin’ Up

© 2002 Michael D. Renneker

 

Laughing at my awful puns

lying in bed watching “My Three Sons”

karaoke nights at the Beer and Bun

but all that’s over now

singing old Sinatra tunes

Vegas weekends, end too soon

closing time at the Frolic Room

but all that’s over now

 

chorus

we’re breakin’ up, you go your way and I’ll go mine

we’re breakin’ up, and I really mean it this time

we’re breakin’ up, I don’t need you, I’ll be just fine

that’s my decision and I won’t be changing  my mind

we’re breakin’ up

 

You give me stress ‘bout the food I eat

and where I choose to place my feet

and how I never lift up the toilet seat

and that’s why we’re over now

that stupid song you always sing

and you’re always late for everything

and man that whine of yours is deafening

that’s why we’re over now

 

chorus

 

I guess I’ll call you on your cell phone

to see if we can make another start

‘cause even though you drive me nuts

you are forever in my heart

I called your number, you picked up

but then we got our signals crossed

I said “I hate to lose you, let’s get together, so lost without you”

but you heard “I...hate...you...get...lost...”

 

we’re breakin’ up, is it your cell phone or is it mine

that’s breakin’ up, you didn’t hear me say I love you this time?

we’re breakin up’, if you come back to me I’ll be just fine

that’s my decision and I won’t be changing  my mind