Why don't we stop fooling ourselves? 我们为什么不停止欺骗自己？

The game is over, over, over. 游戏结束了，结束了，结束了。

No good times, no bad times 没有好的时候，没有不好的时候

No times at all, just the New York Times. 没有时间可言，只是纽约时报。

Sitting in the windowsill 坐在窗台

Near the flowers. 附近的花。

We might as well be apart 我们不妨将分开

It hardly matters, we sleep separately. 这并不重要，我们分开睡。

And drop a smile passing in the hall. 拖放笑着路过大厅。

But there's no laughts left, 'cause we laughted them all 但没有laughts离开，因为我们大笑起来，他们都

And we laughted them all in a very short time. 我们大笑起来他们都在很短的时间。

Time is tapping on my forehead 时间敲我的额头

Handing from my mirror 从我的后视镜交接

Rattling the teacups. 剑拔弩张的茶杯。

And I wonder how long can I delay 我不知道我怎么能长久拖延

We've just a habit, like saccharine 我们已经只是一种习惯，就像糖精

And I'm habitually feelin' kind of blue. 而且我经常感觉种蓝色。

But each time I try on the thought of leaving you. 但每次我试着离开你的念头。

I stop, I stop and think it over. 我停下来，我停下来思考一下。