She’s got me tangled up in phone chords
But she don’t even care to call
I’m having one-way conversations
With her pictures on the wall
I’m trying hard not to remember
And keep her swept under the rug
But I can’t seem to wash her lipstick
Off of my coffee cup
She is out there somewhere
And I am here all alone
But every day I hope and I pray
That she can’t find her way back home
She ran off with my affection
Now my heart has gone to rust
She left nothing here but ashes
And burnt cigarette butts
Her Sunday morning smile
Is a key to hell’s front gate
I thought I was in love
But now love is all I hate
She is out there somewhere
And I am here all alone
But every day I hope and I pray
That she can’t find her way back home