The Magnetic Fields

love goes home to paris in the spring

I'm counting the habits you made me break
I'm counting the drugs you won't let me take
I'm counting my friends you won't let me see

I've had enough
you never give me anything
don't you know love goes home to Paris in the spring?

adding up the hours I waited for you
I'm counting the calls that never came through
I'm counting my friends you melted away
I'm counting the times you were king for a day.