Sometimes it's pair of
Old faded denim I know
It's gonna fit me like a friend.
Or some radio song.
You cant help but sing along
Wishing they'd spin it over and over again.
Could be the windows down on a Sunday drive.
The smell of rain on a summer night.
Anything that brings a little more comfort my way.
But sometimes, there's those times, it's gotta be you.
I keep telling myself I'm moving on.
But I'm stumbling.
Believing my heart was strong enough and now I'm wondering.
But every step I take that leads me away just circles back to your door.
Wishing I didn't love you anymore.
I've tried turning to the arms of someone new.
But I can't seem to fool this fool.
I've seen closing times with every bottle dry.
And I've seen days alone in my own room.
Ive asked God and magazines, stacks of books and movie screens.
Anything to bring a little more comfort my way.
But sometimes, there's those times, It's gotta be you.
I keep telling myself I'm moving on.
But I'm stumbling.
Believing my heart was strong enough and now I'm wondering.
But every step I take that leads me away just circles back to your door.
Wishing I didn't love you anymore.
You give me more.
I've done everything I can to forget.
If there is a way, I ain't found it yet.
I keep telling myself I'm moving on.
Believing my heart was strong
But every step I take that leads me away just circles back to your door.
Wishing I didn't love you
What I'd give if I could touch you;
Wishing I didn't love you anymore.