Ben Folds Five

He shouted out his last word
And he stumbled through the yard
And she shattered her last china plate
And spun off in the car
When he lunged onto the hood
She stopped to tell his she'd been wrong
He was thrown head over heels
Into the traffic coming on
But then...
All is fair, all is fair in love
Did you get my other letters
Sometimes I think I oughta call
Cause you know I often wonder
If you open them at all
Every couple nights or so
You know you pop into my dreams
I just can't get rid of you
Like you got rid of me