Tell me you love me;
to get me through the day.
Call me words of endearment
so I can live the right way.

Basically, tell me you're still mine.
And that nothing ever happened last night.
Tell me I'm yours; like you did in public, in private,
under street lamps and under nothing but the stars.

Tell me you love me;
to get me through the day.
Call me baby, honey, sweety, and deary
and that you love me in everyway.

Tell me a lie.
Tell me a lie.
Tell me a lie.
So when I finally stop breathing tonight,
the tears I cry
will be nothing but for joy 
for the thoughts of what we used to have
and the thoughts I wish I still had.