Blink-182 - Bad News

I'm givin' you bad, bad news
I think I might've fallen out of love with you
Years of fighting and hiding feelings
All those nights starin' at the ceiling
I keep on thinkin' that I might be better alone
(I might be better alone)
Sometimes when I get back from work, I wish no one was home
(I wish no-one was home)
I start reminiscin' 'bout good times we had
Like I'm always missin' what we can't get back
I'm givin' you bad, bad news
I think I might've fallen out of love with you
Years of fighting and hiding feelings
All those nights starin' at the ceiling
I'm givin' you bad, bad news
Now I think I know what I already knew