Tonight was a date Dinner at eight You're working late? Going to be honest here I'm starting to think it's you (the problem is really you) I knew you had a wandering eye Didn't think you'd actually lie But I saw you staring at the Double Dee's Now you're all Looking innocent, saying "Who, me?" Can we agree, the problem is really you In our bedroom, the heat is gone This nightie used to turn you on Now all I get is a bored-out yawn I'm starting to think the problem is really you (maaaaayyybbbee it's really you) I'm looking at the return on investment Classic case of sunk cost fallacy Where's the emotional intelligence? Time to cash out, cut my losses, and leave I know the problem is really you The vise of mortality is tightening around your throat Death's icy fingers starting to choke You can go quietly into the goodnight 'Cause I'm starting to think The problem was always you (it's really really you)
