She sits alone to think
About all the things she'll never be.
"Why won't anyone love me?"
He hears her question,
But he can't respond,
Because whenever he's near her,
His voice is gone
(Because boys with guitars get the girls at the bars
Not a lonely quiet man with a beer in his hand
He drinks her away each night of the week
She's his noose, a control freak
But she's not there anymore,
She's long gone,
And she should have known,
She's his favorite song)
He sits alone to console himself
Trying to wash the stains from his mind
He screams to the four walls that surround him:
"WHERE ARE THE THINGS I LEFT BEHIND?"
She hears his cries,
But she walks away.
She says to herself,
"I've got nothing to say."
(Because the girls with guitars get the boys at the bars
Not a lonely quiet woman with a beer in her hand
She drinks him away each night of the week
He's her noose, a control freak
But he's not there anymore,
He's long gone,
And he should have known,
He's her favorite song)
They pass eachother on the street
They look up and their eyes meet
They say nothing, but they scream with their eyes,
For feelings like that are so hard to disguise
It's written on the walls of the house where they live
they've given all they had to give
Oh, but only if looks could kill,
They say to eachother, "I love you still."
(When i go to bars all I see are the scars
The ones a lonely person has, with a beer in their hand
I drink you away each night of the week
You're my noose, a control freak
But you're not here anymore,
You're long gone,
And you should have known,
You're my favorite song
You're my favorite song)