Song: "Whoever Loves Least"

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WHOEVER LOVES LEAST

 For an awful few seconds last night,

I feared that you might be proposing to me. Proposing to me. Proposing to me.

Dread filled my heart from the mere contemplation

Of this escalation of our dance of uncertainty.

As pathetically confused, and as sad as it sounds,

I’m no less afraid that you won’t get around to it.

It doesn’t make sense. I can’t make it make sense.

We don’t love each other but we both refuse to admit.

That you’ll never commit to a future with me

How pathetically we perpetuate – this dysfunctional courtship.

Pre-Chorus:

I want you to ask me so I can say “no.”

Put an end to this travesty that we dared to call a relationship.

Chorus:

Whoever loves least will control how it ends.

Funny how principle bends. What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with us?

If I had the guts, I’d be back on that bus heading home. Heading home. Oooohhh heading home.

So go ahead tell all the lies that you opt for.

Truth isn’t hard to completely ignore. . . I’ve had practice.

Tell me that sweet lie. I promise to listen.

I promise to be fooled once again. . . like an actress.

Bridge:

If you’d make the promise, I’d find an excuse to believe you.

I’d pretend to believe that it’s true.

If you would just lie and say that you love me,

I promise to pretend that I believe that you do.

Then I’d take the cue, bid you adieu. Make that final breakthrough

And conclusively leave you. Conclusively leave you. And conclusively leave you.

Then I’d take the cue, bid you adieu. Make that final breakthrough

And conclusively leave you. Conclusively leave you. And conclusively leave you.

Chorus:

Whoever loves least will control how it ends.

Funny how principle bends. What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with us?

If I had the guts, I’d be back on that bus heading home. Heading home. Heading home.