Sweet on You

I been throwin’ a party for one since I can remember
Just a bottle of bourbon, candlelights, and some KFC
It all goes to hell with the radio on and I hear a song
And cry myself to sleep
Hearin’ three or two, there’s nothing to do, and it’s rainin’
I pull the top sheet up and pretend that we’re in New Orleans
But the people next door are makin’ love, I’m makin’ sure
I remember what love means
I keep on carvin’ your name into the dresser
I could be buyin’ houses on Park Avenue
But I can’t get myself out of bed
If you’re runnin’ around my head
Yes, I’d feel better if I was never sweet on you
Sweet on you
Sweet on you, sweet on you
It’s been ten long years I been sittin’ here, watchin’ the paint dry
In the same motel with the ringin’ bell snack machine
And the picture on the wall from the yard sale down the way
Reminds me of your face
I heard the front desk clerk, she was goin’ to work on the bellboy
Every suitcase place makes me wanna replace my view
Of the swimmin’ pool or the laundry room, hell, anything
To get my mind off you
I keep on talkin’ to myself and the TV
I could be hoppin’ to learn new points of view
But I can’t move on down the road
If I never let you go
Yes, I’d feel better if I was never sweet on you
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you, ooh, sweet on you
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you