Like a Glove You'll concede. Say, "honestly. This could be the death of me". But I've seen. And so I believe. It won't mean the end of things. Fall in love. Fall apart. It won't end how it starts. Fits like a glove around your heart. And then you start to wonder if it really matters But you know it never really did at all. And then you're picking up the pieces from the shatter And you're moving on. Say you wait Another day And then a week gets away. You won't change a single thing Because what's the use, anyway? Fall in love. Fall apart. It won't end how it starts. Fits like a glove around your heart. Until it don't. And then you start to wonder if it really matters But you know it never really did at all. And then you're picking up the pieces from the shatter And you're moving on. What a shame. Nowhere to place all your precious blame You need a face and a name But if it's all the same. Did you ever think the one you're seeing in the mirror Is the one you been looking for all along? And now you're seeing and it can't get any clearer. And you're moving on. (c) 2015 JeffCampbellMusic ASCAP