His

His:

He drinks his coffee, I wear a dress

Today he says no when he used to say yes.

And I'll take my chances,

I dig my feet in the ground,

But you don't bring a knife to a gunfight,

You don't spread your bets in this town.

CHORUS:

He's too far to know where he is,

He's already gone, I'm already his.

He's too deep in the dirt.

The more that I love him, the more that it hurts.

He's like the weather,

And the pressure is high,

So I hope for the best,

When I kiss him goodnight.

And I would if I could read his mind,

Just to see what he sees when he looks at me,

It's hard to describe.

CHORUS...the more that I love him, the more that I love him

He woke up a child,

And he started the day,

With a look in his eyes that I wished I could pocket away.

CHORUS

The more that I love him, the more that it hurts.