Stomach
In the beginning, what I just said right then
Would make you laugh
But now you leave the room
Without a smile when you turn back
It feels like nothing and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I just sink in
It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I just can't stomach being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I'm staring at a stranger
That's a secret I've been keeping
I'm holding on to both sides of a raft
That just keeps on sinking
It feels like nothing and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I run with it
It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I just can't stomach being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
Nothing I do makes it better, nothing I do makes it better
Nothing I do makes it better, nothing I do makes it better
It hurts my stomach, it hurts my stomach
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
Would make you laugh
But now you leave the room
Without a smile when you turn back
It feels like nothing and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I just sink in
It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I just can't stomach being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I'm staring at a stranger
That's a secret I've been keeping
I'm holding on to both sides of a raft
That just keeps on sinking
It feels like nothing and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I run with it
It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I just can't stomach being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
Nothing I do makes it better, nothing I do makes it better
Nothing I do makes it better, nothing I do makes it better
It hurts my stomach, it hurts my stomach
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
(And it hurts my stomach) nothing I do makes it better
Credits
Writer(s): Alyson Michalka, Amanda J Michalka, Yves Rothman, Jeremiah James Raisen, Olen Kittelson, Stephen Ringer
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Other Album Tracks
- Pretty Places
- Lost Cause
- Break Yourself
- Slow Dancing
- Paradise
- Symptom of Your Touch
- Lucky to Get Him
- Listen!!!
- Don't Need Nothing
- Stomach
All Album Tracks: a touch of the beat gets you up on your feet gets you out and then into the sun >
Altri album
- Sirens - Single
- Lonesome Dove
- With Love From
- After Hours - Single
- Baby Lay Your Head Down - Single
- With Love From - Single
- Chemicals React (A&A Version)
- Like Whoa (A&a Version) - Single
- a touch of the beat gets you up on your feet gets you out and then into the sun (deluxe)
- Dead on the Beach - Single
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