I loved the bottle. She loved me.
While I watched NASCAR. She wanted to see
if mine was the heart she wanted to tame.
Now she’s fighting with a different name.
I had no job. She did all the work.
She was the angel. I was the jerk.
I knew one day she’d quit the game
and start fighting with a different name.
Should’ve changed my ways.
Maybe then she would’ve stayed.
Should have changed who I am
and tried to be a better man.
Should’ve changed my ways.
Maybe then she would’ve stayed.
Should have changed who I am
and tried to be a better man.
Now I just sit here alone
pretending she calls me on the phone.
I really have no one else to blame.
Now she’s fighting with a different name.
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