I've got bags under my eyes that I've had since sixteen
And my wrinkles tell a story I'm not sure is about me
Putting funny words into the world and hoping they'll be
Ones you'll love when I sing them, and then you'll sleep next to me
You say you'll come over when it's better
But I've got your favorite songs queued up
We can hear the same old lines a thousand f*cking times
I won't mind, as long as you find your way to me
I heard you got married, bought a house, had some kids
And had a life that's full of blessings, and some curses
You tried your best to give your all, not expecting all that much
And you questioned everything that you did
You say you'll come over when it's better
But I've got your favorite songs queued up
We can hear the same old lines a thousand f*cking times
I won't mind, as long as you find your way to me
I swear, tonight, the bags under my eyes are bigger than before
The kids won't sleep, and neither will my mind
I'm okay though, in the morning I'll sit and sip my coffee
And hope you're thinking of me