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