Lyrics

He never seems to notice me when I talk or, if I talk too loud he turns to me and looks will great disdain or like I'm made of glass

He used to call me pretty and brag to friends about the smallest things he'd give me flowers with a kiss and say, "they made me think of you".

Wake despairing and get through the day wanting courage it would take to say, "where did it go for us"? Where did it go?

He never thinks to ask all about my day the way he used to do. The very air we breathe is thick and grey and smells of loneliness.

All that doesn't happen every day All the times I wish I could say, "where did it go for us"?
Where did it go?