"why don't we laugh anymore?"
she asked him that night
when he was feeling like the living dead
it got him thinking
why dont we laugh anymore..

Maybe it started
when she would  sneak off to clubs
in the dead of night
when he was once sleeping right

Maybe it started
when she danced her *** off
kissing men that spun her right
or when they simply had that dangerous glint in their eye

Why don't we laugh anymore?
Did we ever really laugh?
honestly?

So, answer me this:
Are we really in love at all?