BbM7 So I walk a little too fast and I drive a little too fast And I’m reckless it’s true but what else can you do At the end of a love affair? BbM7 So I talk a little too much and I laugh a little too much And my voice is too loud when I’m out in a crowd So that people are apt to stare. Bridge: Do they know do they care that it’s only That I’m lonely and low as can be? And the smile on my face isn’t really a smile at all. So I smoke a little too much and I joke a little too much And the tunes I request are not always the best But the ones where the trumpets blare. So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it’s taking his place But what else can you do at the end of a love affair?