She wore that falling out of love look

I even swore upon the Good Book

Still the last lie I told her was

The one she couldn't believe

No more crying on her shoulder

She won't even let me hold her

Cause this time I've hurt her more than she loves me



(Bridge)

I've been too busy drinking

She's been too busy thinking

About the kind of love she needs

And a man she never sees

But Lord, she's already stood more

Than I was ever good for

And this time I've hurt her more thans he loves me



(Repeat Bridge)