Born to Fix

I woke up to sunlight blinded I'm all alone in my bed Could have sworn I heard the coffee grinding It must have been in my head I looked around and I couldn't find her I checked the calendar, no reminders Found her ring on the bedside table Little note under it read "I loved you as long as I was able. You've got a lonely road ahead..." Only empty hangers in her closet I tried to call her but that's when I lost it She changed the voicemail greeting on her phone Once I heard it I knew she was gone It said, "If you're not my husband, please feel free To leave your name and number at the beep But if you are..." You're not a problem I was born to fix There's no way to talk me out of this I'm not gonna die up on that cross So, good luck with moving on Hell, maybe this'll make a good country song But I've no use for old dogs who won't learn tricks And boy, you're not a problem I was born to fix Now I wake up to sunlight, blinded I'm all alone in my bed Everywhere I look I'm just reminded That really was the end Guess I got the kinda love I paid for Nothing I can fix walking my floor That same old voicemail greeting's on her phone Reminding me that she's not coming home It says, "If you're not my husband feel free To leave your name and number at the beep But if you are..." You're not a problem I was born to fix There's no way to talk me out of this I'm not gonna die up on that cross Good luck with moving on Hell, maybe this'll make a good country song But I've no use for old dogs who won't learn tricks And boy, you're not a problem I was born to fix You're not a problem I was born to fix