Yes, George, run to your work.
Hide behind your painting.
I have come to tell you I am leaving because I thought you might
Care to know-foolish of me, because you care about nothing-
You could tell me not to go.
Tall me that you′re hurt,
Tell me that you're bored-
Anything, but don′t assume I know.
You are complete, George,
We do not belong together.
You are complete, George,
We do not belong together,
And we should have belonged together.
What made it so right together
Is what made it all wrong.
But others will do, George.
But no one is me, George,
We do not belong together.
Now I have one too, George.
And we should have belonged together.