Not Married Anymore Tim Bowness (Ft. Dylan Howe)

Spaghetti on the floor;
Christmas wreaths
Still hanging from the bedroom doors

Not married anymore
You’re not married anymore

There’s nothing you don’t miss
Not the toys
The chaos, or the shopping lists

You never wanted this
You were lost then found
But you had to resist

Not married anymore
You’re not married anymore

A different kind of dance
You were lost then you were found
But you wouldn’t give the changes chance

You’re not married anymore