This lost love won't be found tomorrow
So I'll get drunk and count stars in the sky
I'll get more sick from choking down the sorrow
Then I ever would from bleeding bottles dry

In my head a rained out holiday
A long drive there with stops along the way

The trouble with this dear
It's everything I feared
The worse you are, the more I love you

I'm tired of keeping track of dead soldiers
This old town's too small for me and you
An angel in the stink of his own horseshit
These fights at three a.m. will never do

In my head a rained out holiday
A long drive there with stops along the way

The trouble with this dear
It's everything I feared
The worse you are, the more I love you

The more I love you
The more I love you
The more I love you