Hell of a Note
Well, I walk around the room keys 'cause I broke some hearts last night
Couple different women, not a one of them my wife
It's a wonder how I still made it home on four wheels
Just in time for you to pinch it down off me
So nothing like the feeling that you get coming home
When your house is made of glass and you're both casting stones
So I throw on myself, take this bottle off the shelf
And walk out the house that I built
Well, I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove
Same one I bought when we were young and talking old
It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope
So read it slow, it's one hell of a note
Always broke your heart, though I swear I'd never try
The truth just seems so hard, so I spun that web of lies
Ripped your heart off your sleeve
All those times you tried to leave
Now hold it close to me and no one else
But who could love you better than a man I used to be?
Looking in this mirror, I'm not sure who I see
But the pieces are all there, wrapped behind this hollow stare
So put me back together if you can
So I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove
Same one I bought when we were young and talking old
It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope
So read it slow, it's one hell of a note
Couple different women, not a one of them my wife
It's a wonder how I still made it home on four wheels
Just in time for you to pinch it down off me
So nothing like the feeling that you get coming home
When your house is made of glass and you're both casting stones
So I throw on myself, take this bottle off the shelf
And walk out the house that I built
Well, I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove
Same one I bought when we were young and talking old
It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope
So read it slow, it's one hell of a note
Always broke your heart, though I swear I'd never try
The truth just seems so hard, so I spun that web of lies
Ripped your heart off your sleeve
All those times you tried to leave
Now hold it close to me and no one else
But who could love you better than a man I used to be?
Looking in this mirror, I'm not sure who I see
But the pieces are all there, wrapped behind this hollow stare
So put me back together if you can
So I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove
Same one I bought when we were young and talking old
It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope
So read it slow, it's one hell of a note
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Crain, James Ford, Frank Ford, Andrew Davis
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