How Are Things, Love?

When you walk into the living room

And your eyes are living proof

That you've done all you could

And you're finally sick of me

And there's nothing I could be

To make you feel goodAs you take off from your mess

I thought I could love you best

Before you go,How are things, love?

Since somebody stole our love?

Did you ever feel the sting, love?

Is it any of the above, love?

I hope you're wellThere's a picture of us with our key

And the wallet I keep here

So I don't have to explain

There's a little pill next to that