Heavy Metal

She's three wine glasses on a Wednesday Thinking things she won't say She'll talk herself down in the morning Two warm bodies in a cold bed Flowers that have been dead He don't even know that she's mourning Of a love that they lost without warning The silence is worse than the storming She tries her best to ignore it But she can't ignore it She's lying to herself, saying she's fine But she's crying on the bathroom floor That rock on her left hand's weighing her down But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal Wearing that heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal She'll keep wearing that rock Like her mama did, and her mama did before her Another selfish man's weight, weighing down her shoulders Bitter is the taste of the fairytale he showed her And the irony is he don't even know She's lying to herself, saying she's fine But she's crying on the bathroom floor That rock on her left hand's weighing her down But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal Wearing that heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal She'll lie in her bed that they made at night She prayed to get out, but she'll stay in there She'll probably get old and gray in there Heavy metal She's lying to herself, saying she's fine But she's crying on the bathroom floor That rock on her left hand's weighing her down But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal Wearing that heavy metal, heavy metal, heavy metal Wearing that heavy metal Mm-mm, mm