She called me up but didn't have the guts
To come right out and say what she had done
She tried to hide it, could not deny it
But I'm not angry just take all of these
Dead love letters I feel better I'm all right by myself
I feel just fine since I put my heart up on the shelf
Now and then when she's drunk enough
She'll call me up and say she needs to talk
She'll say she's sorry, I'll say don't worry
Cause I'm not angry I threw away those
Dead love letters I feel better I'm all right by myself
I feel just fine since I put my heart up on the shelf
She's a gun loaded up and pointed at me
She's a gun; she's some place that I don't wanna be
