You wrote me by candlelight
(I'm not coming back)
It struck you late in the night
(Like a heart attack)
When it hits you that you're
Happy you can't let that go
And I guess I should have recognized
That the two of us told ourselves lies
We fit like a glove
It was comfort, not love
And when you left for that trip
(I'll be gone a week)
I felt a pang of regret
(And we didn't speak)
When you find someone
You feel you already know
You tend to let go
And I guess I should have recognized
That the two of us told ourselves lies
We fit like a glove
It was comfort, not love
It was comfort, not love
