It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
I went on down to the liquor store, tryna kill the pain,
but shit goddam if I don't feel the same.
I sit at home and drink alone, 'til morning comes again,
and your bitter brand of loving' is to blame.
Drunk again, you always win; heartache turns to rage.
All I tried to do was turn the page.
I bottled my emotions up since 1993;
I should have let those dogs out of the cage.
It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
Whenever you look back at me, you always look the same,
in the rearview as you drive away.
I sit there with the defrost on, feelings disappear.
Windows down, stranded in the rain.
We always used to split the bill in those early days,
until you shoved those papers in my face.
You wanted me to sign 'em and prenuptually agree.
Well hell, that ain't the way it's gonna be.
It don't bother me at all when you don't return my calls,
'cause baby, there's ain't nothin' left to say.
If you don't love me enough, then we might as well give up.
Fuck it.
She's gone, and I don't care.
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