(Doane)
I don’t go sour
Or make you sick
When it’s the real thing you can’t eat it up so quick
Let it season
Let it age
You can’t expect to rock before you get to the stage
& you know what you’re doing
Because you’ve done if before
Day, Month, Year
You know exactly when to make your escape
I can’t do anything so I just wait
Cause your love comes with an expiry date
You get so phobic
You get so cold
You’re looking at me like I’ve got you in toe hold
It’s time to pack up another bag
Move it out before this thing becomes a big drag
Day, Month, Year
You know exactly when to make your escape
I can’t do anything so I just wait
Cause your love comes with an expiry date
You and I were never meant to be
You knew the time and place
When you’d be leaving me