As if mocking my confusion
Over what I was thinking
The store’s blue neon Open sign 
Started buzzing and blinking

Went in and opened the freezer door
Cool air like a Chinese massage
Pictured snow capped mountains
It was only a mirage

Reached behind the foggy glass 
For a gallon of milk inside
The expiration date had passed
Shook my head and sighed

Chorus:
Love was thrilling
Is it too late?
We’re nearly at
Our expiration date

When I found her it felt like we
Would create the 51st state
Now when I look at her forehead
I see our expiration date

Every day it moves closer
There’s shrapnel and debris
Cupid launching arrows
Tipped with TNT

Took a swig from the carton
It wasn’t at all vile
Maybe we don’t junk it
For another little while

Bridge: 
It doesn’t matter if it’s April, June or October
Once the date is past, it’s pretty much over
But for romance, give it a chance
No one will pay attention
If you give yourself an extension