I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer.
The day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust.
Once again you just get the best of me.
Remember you loved to be held, how you loved to be touched.
And anxiously laughed at my jokes just a little too much.
When I was so careful of cursing while you were still nursing your beer.
Now it's a shame but I know that there's really no use for a brand new convertible.
A mile to your parents', a mile to the store.
Turn in our bottles for 10 cent deposits I'll drink us two dollars more.
I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads,
We traded a trip 'round the world for a family instead.
Our friend's were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy.
And I knew things had changed when the pet names that you once gave me we soon gave to the pets.
But I still come when you call them just to be sure.
Now there's really no use for a neighborhood cheerleader.
A block party president mowing his lawn,
Whose cabinet is empty with a mind full of nicotine fits.
God I can't make you love me,
Cause I don't have the strength anymore.
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"1229 Sheffield" as written by Brad Vander Ark A.j. Dunning
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