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