It’s the same everyday, put my hand on the small of your back as you take that long walk of shame. If I’m not watching, I’m not listening - it don’t mean I don’t love you; if I’m not walking, I’m not running so tell me I don’t love you.
I came inside to be with you and we talked all night about everything we could imagine ‘cause come the morning I’ll be gone. And as our eyes start to close, I turn to you and I’ll let you know that I love you.
The devil he wore such a fine, fine shirt and it stayed so clean while he dragged me through the dirt. Now honey, don’t trust anyone who looks you in the eye, don’t take any kindness - it’s a demand in disguise.
Back when we were kids, we swore we knew the future and our words would take us halfway ‘round the world, but I never left this town and you never saw New York and we ain’t ever crossed the sea. But I am fine with where I am now, this home is home and all that I need. But for you this place is shame, but you can blame me when there’s no one left to blame - I don’t mind.