These aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me
I've just been cutting onions, I'm making a lasagne for one
Oh, I'm not crying, no
There's just a little bit of dust in my eye
That's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye
I'm not weeping 'cause you won't be here to hold my hand
For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland
I'm not upset because you left me this way
My eyes are just a little sweaty today
They've been looking around and searching for you
They've been looking for you even though I told them not not
I'm sitting down at this table called love
Staring down at the irony of life
How come we've reached this fork in the road
And yet it cuts like a knife?
I love Flight of the Conchords.