Goodbye, Sweetie

I don't have to wait up when you said that you'd call.
I don't have to see you at all.
I don't feel insecure that you might go away.
We've said all that we have to say.
But this house is so empty. I wander around
Feel halfway to hell as I'm turned upside down.
And there's nothing worth doing at all.
I'm certain that this mess is my fault.

I don't need to listen when you cry and complain.
You don't have to hear me explain.
You don't tell me the good things another guy's done.
I don't have to watch you have fun.
But I'm naked and lonely. I stagger about
Like a bum in a million. I'm left inside out.
And I lost your slipper from the ball.
I'm certain that this mess is my fault.

Now you don't want to hear about love in bloom,
And I don't want to hear that you're going.
But isn't there a way we can stay together
And give each other all of the love
That right now we're not showing?
Maybe there's no way of knowing.

You don't have to watch me when I dance with the kids.
You don't have to see me at all.
You won't have to feel odd if I still call you "Sweetie."
You won't have to call me at all.
As you're halfway to Vegas, you'll wander askew
Wondering who was to blame as it came so unglued.
But you won't have to wonder at all:
If we lose each other now, it's my fault.
It's my fault!
If we lose each other now, it's my fault.