Sometimes its a pair of
Old faded denim, I know
Is gonna fit me like a friend
Or some radio song
You cant help but sing along
Wishing theyd spin it over and over again
Could the windows down on a Sunday drive
Smelling rain on a summer night
Anything that brings a little [bad word] my way

But sometimes
Theres those times
Its gotta be you
I keep telling myself Im moving on
But Im stumbling
Believing my heart was strong enough
And now Im wondering
But every step that I talk that leads me away
Just circles back to your door
Wishing that I didnt love you anymore

Ive trying turning to
The arms of someone new
But I cant seem to fool this fool
Ive seen closing times
With every bottle dry
Ive seen days alone in my own room
Ill ask God and magazines
Stacks of books and movie screens
Anything to bring a little [bad word] my way

But sometimes
Theres those times
Its gotta be you
I keep telling myself Im moving on
But Im stumbling
Believing my heart was strong enough
And now Im wondering
But every step that I talk that leads me away
Just circles back to your door
Wishing that I didnt love you anymore, of you
Give me More

Ive done everything that I can to forget
If there is a way I aint found it yet

I keep telling myself Im moving on
Believing my heart was strong
But every step that I take that leads me away
Just circles back to your door
Wishing i didnt love you
What I would give if I could touch you
Wishing I didnt love you anymore