The End of a Love Affair

So I walk a little too fast, and I drive a little too fast

And I'm reckless, it's true, but what else can you do

At the end of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much, and I laugh a little too much

And my voice is too loud when I'm out in a crowd

So that people are apt to stare

Do they know, do they care, that it's only

That I'm lonely, and low as can be?

And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all

So I smoke a little too much, and I joke a little too much

And the tunes I request are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place

But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?

Do they know, do they care, that it's only

That I'm lonely, and low as can be?

And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at all

So I smoke a little too much, and I joke a little too much

And the tunes I request are not always the best

But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace, and I pretend that it's taking his place

But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?