Things are goodnWe should take a polaroid, a mementonBefore the moment's destroyednWe constantly bicker, these flickering moodsnWe’re hardly making any sensenEither you love me or you leave menDon’t you leave me on this picket fencennIt’s been hardnWe’ve both got our historiesnThat haunt these homesnBut I ain’t bathing in our miserynSo pour me a drink and don’t pour it too weaknAnd grab it from the top shelfnI ain’t asking for redemptionnAnd this ain’t no cry for helpnnWell, things are goodnWe take it all for grantednWe turn that wheelnBack to all our bad habitsnBut I don’t believe we need love to succeednBut the least you could do is pretendnEither you love me or you leave menDon’t you leave me on this picket fencennEither you love me or you’ll leave me, don’t you leave me