Married - Lisa Loeb

You said there’s something about the way he says your name

When you’re hanging, conversations in the front lounge

You discuss your favorite movies

He’s never seen the Newsies

But you both love anything Stephen King

You see him watching from the corner of your eye

He’s always good at pretending he’s preoccupied

This is becoming so much more than you had planned

You’re only friends he swears it oh, you’re just a lousy liar

He’s married

He’s married

You don’t know what you’re doing

You said he stares at you with the same eyes that squint in the sun

And every morning he still wakes up beside her now

Some silly papers made a love that once burned wild

Into a joke that wasn’t funny can’t be funny when it hurts

He’s married

He’s married

You don’t know what you’re doing

How are you supposed to heal this broken man

Put him together, fix him right up

You’re such a tiny girl?

You say he’s always loving you so well

But you can’t be his yet

He’s married

He’s married

You don’t know what you’re doing