Treat Ya Better

Seven months he hasn’t been home

I wrote him in a letter

Heaven called and left at the tone

He said “He’s got to treat ya better”

I said “Where did our love go?”

She don’t wanna know

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”

I said “Where did our love go?”

She don’t wanna know

Happy sorrows

New tomorrow

Always uninvited

Happy sorrows

Never follow why we’re so divided

Where did our love go?

Happy sorrows

New tomorrow

Always uninvited

Happy sorrows

Never follow why we’re so..

Tell me why we’re so divided

She’s got to treat ya better