I drink a little too much,
I drive a little too fast,
I go at a maddening pace
I pretend that it is taking his place.
But what else can I do
At the end when the love affair's through?
At the end of his love.
I pretend this is all taking his place.
I'm reckless it's true,
But what else can I do?
At the end of the love affair.

I talk a little too much
And I laugh a little too much
My voice is too loud when I am out in a crowd
But I need for people to stare.
Do they know, do they care?
That it's only that I'm lonely.
The smile on my face
Isn't really a smile at all.
It's just masking my pain
But what else can I do at the end of love?