You And I
Saturday’s Cab Ride Home
Consider the situation
I'm in denial of this
In nine years, disease will kill me
Let her destroy the beauty
I don't remember you
Just the things you did
You don't remember me
Just what you had to do
I'll take the cab home and leave my heart in the backseat
To become a statistic in a magazine
Because, in nine years, disease will kill me
Consider the situation
I'm in denial of this
In nine years, disease will kill me
Let her destroy the beauty
I don't remember you
Just the things you did, I don't remember
You don't remember me
Just what you had to do, you don't remember
I'll take the cab home
And leave my heart in the backseat
To become a statistic in a magazine
In nine years, disease will kill me