I've got these Small circular burn inscriptions From nights made haste to satisfy your addictions I reached for your hands and all that I felt was ash And the last time that I saw you smile I drove us to the secretary of state You renewed your license, I applied to vote You fixed your hair then you said Yeah you said That it hurts my heart to know That you would lock your door Before you'd leave me behind in the morning Before you'd leave me behind And you'd tell me that those six letters that once spelled snooze have long since been removed They've been thrust off, rubbed away Like your body's it's fighting off the day There's a fine line between sleeping in and sleeping the day away My life has gone to the dogs, all of my my colors turned to grays But it hurts my heart to know That you would lock your door Before you'd leave me behind in the morning Before you'd leave me behind But it hurts my heart to know