Treat Ya Better

Seven months he hasn't been home I wrote him in a letter Heaven called and left at the tone He's got to treat you better Heard my baby sing Oh, oh, oh, woah-oh Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh-woah-oh He's got to treat you better Oh, oh, oh, woah-oh Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh-woah-oh, oh-woah-oh I said Where did our love go? She don't wanna know She don't wanna know Smoking cigarettes all the time At least they're still together Went and downed another bottle of wine Spilt it on her sweater He said she opens up when she's drunk And I ain't talking feelings Called me everything but a punk She said there's no more time for healing Happy sorrows New tomorrow Always uninvited Happy sorrows Never follows Why we're so divided Where did our love go? She don't want to know Oh, oh, oh, woah-oh Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh-woah-oh, oh-woah-oh-oh