What Makes You Cry

Now I've got a question, baby
What makes you cry?
'Cause I haven't seen any water
In the corners of your eyes
For a day, or a week
Or a month, or a year
Haven't seen much of you
Since you left me, my dear

Can't you see that I'm hurting
How I'm falling apart?
Don't you care about my drinking
Or my poor lonely heart?
I thought you liked football
You didn't mind those videos
And my dog didn't mean
To ruin your clothes (he can't help it)

Now you won't take my phone calls
You sent my letters back, yeah
You're paying a lawyer
To stab me in the back
Then I saw you on the street
You looked happy, that's a fact
I'm impressed, it's a hell of an act

Angel, admit it, admit it
Darlin', admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die
It's just sleepin'
And it wakes every night
To your weepin'

Now I hope that you can hear me
Wherever you are
In a cheap hotel room
Or the back seat of a car
I make up those situations (oh yeah)
I don't know if they're true
But I'll tell you, for now, they'll do

Angel, admit it, admit it (come on, baby)
Darlin', admit it, admit it
Your love for me didn't die
It's just sleepin'
And it wakes every night
To your weepin'

Now I've got a question bady
What makes you cry?