The End Of a Love Affair

Dear Dorothy Dix, I'm in an awful fix
I thought he was in love with me
But found that he was only up to his old tricks

Dear Emily Post, no wiser eye than most
Please exercise your nimble brain and tell me how a guy can entertain a ghost

So, I'm writing to you for advice
Ladies
The situation isn't very nice
Ladies
I find myself completely at a loss
Ladies
My heart and not my mind
Is bored

So I walk a little too fast
And I drive a little too fast
And I'm reckless, it's true
But what else can you do
At the end of a love affair?

So I talk a little too much
And I laugh a little too much
And my voice is too loud
When I'm out in a crowd
So that people are apt to stare

Do they know, do they care
That it's only
That I'm lonely, and low as can be?
And the smile on my face
Isn't really a smile at all

So I smoke a little too much
And I drink a little too much
And the tunes I request are not always the best
But the ones where the trumpets blare

So I go at a maddening pace
And I pretend that it's taking his place
But what else can you do
At the end
Of a love affair?