Seven Year Rain
Thought I knew everything about you, thought I couldn't live a day without you.
Kept on hopin' 'til the hope was gone.
Thought I wouldn't be okay lonely, hit me like a truck on Monday.
Just another something I did wrong.
Can you try too long?
Is it still called given up, when you've given it your all?
Can't stop the pain.
Can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Too tired to swim, too weak to crawl.
And if you need someone to blame say it's my fault.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year rain.
Thought I saw it getting better, thought I saw a little bluer weather.
But I give up, I gotta go.
Left you one last meal in the kitchen, one more reason for your bitchin'.
Holler good and loud, you get one last fit to throw.
All done ironin' your shirts.
It ain't no fun playing house, when it just ain't worth the work.
Can't stop the pain, can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Too tired to swim, too weak to crawl.
And if you need someone to blame say it's my fault.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year rain.
Can't stop the pain, can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year, seven year rain.
Kept on hopin' 'til the hope was gone.
Thought I wouldn't be okay lonely, hit me like a truck on Monday.
Just another something I did wrong.
Can you try too long?
Is it still called given up, when you've given it your all?
Can't stop the pain.
Can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Too tired to swim, too weak to crawl.
And if you need someone to blame say it's my fault.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year rain.
Thought I saw it getting better, thought I saw a little bluer weather.
But I give up, I gotta go.
Left you one last meal in the kitchen, one more reason for your bitchin'.
Holler good and loud, you get one last fit to throw.
All done ironin' your shirts.
It ain't no fun playing house, when it just ain't worth the work.
Can't stop the pain, can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Too tired to swim, too weak to crawl.
And if you need someone to blame say it's my fault.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year rain.
Can't stop the pain, can't change the truth.
Can't take the shame of being here not loving you.
Call it love, ain't no such thing.
And I'm tired of this seven year, seven year rain.
Credits
Writer(s): Heather Marie Little, Travis Meadows
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