I might not make it homeSo don't set a plate for meOur department's been getting slimSince the comebacks in marketingPut your pictures on my deskI'm wearing the sweater you madeSo give the girls a kiss for meTell them daddy's working lateThe worst thing that she ever said to meWas the first thing that she ever said to meI was all alone at happy hourShe thought I could use some companyIt's strange we're strangersI might not make it homeI guess I've used than line beforeMy excuses are wearing thinAnd you patience is getting worseYou're always fast asleepWhen I sneak into be at nightOr at least that's how it seemsIt seems, we'll do anything to hide the lieThe worst thing you could ever say to meCould be the last thing that you'll ever say to meI can see you boxing up the kitchenWith the girls beside you wrapping dishesDon't be a strangerYou don't have to say a wordYou don't have to make excusesYou don't have to change for meWe'll continue on as strangersYou don't have to say a word(The worst thing that she ever said to me)You don't have to make excuses(Was the first thing that she ever said to me)You don't have to change for me(I was all alone at happy hour)We'll continue on as strangers(She thought I could use some company)Stranger than strangers?