let me tell you a story how i kill the things i love break them in with heat and pressure like a brand new baseball glove if hurtin’s multiple choice circle all of the above
But I’m still half lonely and i can’t take it anymore got a vacancy in this queen sized bed and too many empty drawers do you still half miss me? can’t imagine what for
i still think of that august and its horrible rain still remember the days we spent inside and the nights just the same i recall the details but can’t remember your name
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and with every new lover there’s this terrible ache like the heart doesn’t know what it wants but it knows this is fake and my head cant argue for love for love’s sake