Every day begins the same   I call in sick so they won't forget my name   I watch some afternoon T.V.   I stare at the strangers out in the street   My friends are scared of what I might do next   But it's the same routine since the day you left      There's a method to my sadness   A certain style to my blues   I can't afford to let a day go by   Without a tear or two (just a tear or two)   I keep track of all the memories   There isn't one I want to lose   There's a method to my sadness   Makin' the most of losin' you      I talk to your pictures by my bed   Got a list of things I wish I'd said   I dial your number when I know you won't be home   Just to hear your voice on the code-a-phone (on the code-a-phone)   I'm doin' everything I know how to do   To spend my future, like the past, with you      There's a method to my sadness   A certain style to my blues   I can't afford to let a day go by   Without a tear or two (just a tear or two)   I keep track of all the memories   There isn't one I want to lose   There's a method to my sadness   Makin' the most of losin' you   There's a method to my sadness   Makin' the most of losin' you