She just looked me in the eye, said it's over; didn't try to lie or pick a fight.

In ain't exactly what I had in mind, for goodbye:
At a red light, in the sunshine, on a sunday
nothing to say, don't even try.
Some are coming home, some are leaving town
while my world's crashing down
on a sunday, in the sunshine, at a red light.


So this is how is ends,
this is where it all goes down;
this is what 'I don't love you feels like'.