We're like an old man and his wife.
We're comfortable with each other,
But there's no love in our life,
And I'm too scared to find another.
When I'm with you I feel used,
Like worn out jeans,
Or old forgotten shoes,
Only looked to when there's no other means.
I can't be your friend,
Unless somebody changes,
But I still wait for you to call again,
And pray one of us changes.