F7M                            Gm7
  Why don't we stop fooling ourselves?
            Am
The game is over
Dm
Over
Bb
Over

                  F C  Dm
No good times, no bad times
        Dm          F
There's no times at all
         Gm7
Just The New York Times
F               Gm7
 Sitting on the windowsill
          F
Near the flowers

                     Gm7
We might as well be apart
           Am
It hardly matters
    Dm          Bb
We sleep separately

                 F       C      Dm
And drop a smile passing in the hall
            F
But there's no laughs left
           Gm7
'Cause we laughed them all
F/C                   Gm7
  And we laughed them all

In a very short time

Gm7
Time
                  F
Is tapping on my forehead
Gm7              F
Hanging from my mirror
Gm7           F/C
Rattling the teacups

       Gm7
And I wonder
     F         Gm7
How long can I delay?
              Am
We're just a habit 
      Dm   Bb
Like saccharin

                    F      C     Dm
And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue
    F           Gm7
But each time I try on
     Am
The thought of leaving you
  Bb
I stop
  F                  Bb
I stop and think it over