She wore that fallin' 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 cryin' on her shoulder
She won't even let me hold her
And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me
I've been too busy drinkin', she's been too busy thinking
'Bout the kind of love she needs and the 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 than she loves me
I've been too busy drinkin', she's been too busy thinking
'Bout the kind of love she needs and the 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 than she loves me
Lord, this time I've hurt her more than she loves me
