I see that they’ve proven me wrong
Relations don’t work where I’m from
Though neighbors have found a good way
To find their love without delay

She said a year ain’t that bad
I said I need sleep from jet lag
I’m tired of fighting for hearts
The wine was gone from the start

The bond with that girl
Is made of just glass
The cracks are beginning to show
The frame of her eyes
Is seemingly crass
And her love could be losing the glow

A surprise every year just for her
Greek god with the arrows would learn
I turned in my trust to the bank
She lost all the cash I had saved

The blueprints are off
Mathematics at fault
I just didn’t know
All the angles were wrong