I'm Not Coming Here Anymore

I'm not coming back here anymore
You wont find me knocking at your door
I am at the end of the line
and I can't take much more of this

I'm not wasting any more of my time
on fast cars, caviar and wine
sorry but I'm just not made like that
I just cant live the lie

I will try to be the Lover
that you always thought that I'd be
I will hang my roses on your cross
It's Not Really Important
just turn and walk away

I've had enough polyester promises
don't want no more martini lies
isn't funny how time has changed us
there's no blame - were not the same

I will try to be the Lover
that you always thought that I'd be
I will hang my roses on your cross
we're flawed, we're damned... we're damn-aged
just turn and look away