3 acessos
There's no more flowers
There's no more spring
There's no more promises
Of golden wedding rings
I'd love to care enough
To slam another door
And I would but I don't
Feel that way anymore
I don't want to write you letters
I don't want to write you songs
I don't want your damn forgiveness
When I go do something wrong
Yeah, I'd love to pick my clothes up
When I throw them on your floor
And I would, but I don't feel
that way anymore
I'd love to hold you when you come
Home tired from work
I'd feel guilty when I act just like a jerk
And I'd love to talk to you darlin' and act
Like I'm not bored
And I would, but I don't feel that
way anymore
I don't want to write you letters
I don't want to write you songs
I don't want your damn forgiveness
When I go do something wrong
Yeah you know I'd love to care enough to
slam another door
And I would, but I don't feel that
way anymore
And I'd love to talk to you darlin' and act
Like I'm bored
And I would, but I don't feel
that way anymore
Yes I would, but I don't feel
that way anymore