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Well I woke up cold, staring at the ceiling |
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Can't get back to sleep |
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Thinking how she left me crying |
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With broken memories |
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I see her face in all my dreams |
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Just won't let me be |
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey |
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But she don't care about me |
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Well I woke up cold, staring at another |
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You could see it in my face |
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Lord I try but I can't ever |
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Let nobody take her place |
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Now I can't go on much longer |
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Dreaming in misery |
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey |
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But she don't care about me |
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No, I'd like to be her honey |
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But she don't care about me |
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Well gone so long and all alone, too far gone to try |
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With all them dreams and all them scenes just living in my mind |
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Well I go downtown to drink my liquor |
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My tortured mind's so numb |
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But drunk or blind she gets there quicker |
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The further away I run |
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Now when I die my tangled soul |
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Will finally be set free |
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey |
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But she don't care about me |
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No, I'd like to be her honey |
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But she don't care about me |
