BAD NEWS

I'm giving you bad, bad news I think I might've fallen out of love with you Years of fighting and hiding feelings All those nights staring at the ceiling I keep on thinking that I might be better alone (I might be better alone) Sometimes when I get back from work I wish no one was home (I wish no one was home) I start reminiscing 'bout times we had Like I'm always missing what we can't get back I'm giving you bad, bad news I think I might've fallen out of love with you Years of fighting and hiding feelings All those nights staring at the ceiling I'm giving you bad, bad news Now I think I know what I already knew The truth is out so there's no pretending I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending This is the last song I'll ever write for you No more telling me I'm not right for you Save your breath there's nothing left to do This is the last song I'll ever write for you I'm giving you bad, bad news I think I might've fallen out of love with you Years of fighting and hiding feelings All those nights staring at the ceiling I'm giving you bad, bad news Now I think I know what I already knew The truth is out so there's no pretending I guess there's no such thing as a happy ending --- Bad News - blink-182