If I Were Going

What should I tell her?
She's going to ask
If I ignore it, it gets uncomfortable
She'll want to argue about the pastStill I think she believes me, every word I say
I think I'm starting to believe it all myself
Go ask the gentlemen who play it
But hate to payAnd it don't bleed and it don't breathe
It's locked its jaws and now it's swallowing
It's in our heart, it's in our heads
It's in our love, baby, it's in our bedIt holds my arms down, sits upon my chest
It waves its finger at me every night and day
And it don't rest