I see that they’ve proven me wrong   Relations don’t work where I’m from   Though neighbors have found a good way   To find their love without delay      She said a year ain’t that bad   I said I need sleep from jet lag   I’m tired of fighting for hearts   The wine was gone from the start      The bond with that girl   Is made of just glass   The cracks are beginning to show   The frame of her eyes    Is seemingly crass   And her love could be losing the glow      A surprise every year just for her   Greek god with the arrows would learn   I turned in my trust to the bank   She lost all the cash I had saved      The blueprints are off   Mathematics at fault   I just didn’t know   All the angles were wrong