(C. Robison)



Well, you wish that I would treat you

Like I did the times before

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



There's no more flowers

There's no more spring

There's no more promises

Of golden wedding rings

I'd love to care enough

To slam another door

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



I don't want to write you letters

I don't want to write you songs

I don't want your damn forgiveness

When I go do something wrong

Well, I'd love to take my clothes off

And throw them on your floor

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



I'd love to hold you

When you come home tired from work

I feel guilty

When I act just like a jerk

I'd love to talk to you

And act like I'm not bored

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



I don't want to write you letters

I don't want to write you songs

I don't want your damn forgiveness

When I go do something wrong

Well, you know I'd love to care enough

To slam another door

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



I don't want to write you letters

I don't want to write you songs

I don't want your damn forgiveness

When I go do something wrong

Yeah, you know I'd love to talk to you

And act like I'm not bored

And I would

But I don't feel that way anymore



Yes, I would

But I don't feel that way anymore