Tell Me You Don't Love Me

TELL ME YOU DON’T LOVE ME


You still wear the ring I gave you long ago
If that emerald could sing
It’d say why you chose to go
Half a size too big, always slippin’ off
Now tell me you don’t love me


You still keep the notes and the cards I sent to your door
Those torn envelopes are bookmarks in your drawer
Placed between the bills, waiting for your touch
Now tell me you don’t love me


You still have it framed on your bedroom wall
That pen and ink named, Block Island in the Fall
Beneath the bluffs, we made September blush
Now tell me you don’t love me

Beneath the bluffs, we made September blush
Now tell me you don’t love me