Infectious, Isn't It? Songtext

I made you a bed of roses I even took out the thorns I placed them neatly into my side but at least I took them out of yours We went our seperate ways or at least you went yours Infectious isn't it the thought that you left alone Thank you for being the one who sent me out into the world I'm older and wiser but not enough to care I'm glad you said what you thought when you told me good bye