(Brian Vander Ark) another day of deflating your face into tears I shook your
mood with the game and a bottle of beer the day I fell off of the wagon you
threw up your hands in disgust you would stay but there's just not much of a
call for a neighborhood cheerleader who married the president living next door
whose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parents back then you could get the
best of me I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads we traded a trip
'round the world for a family instead our friends were dispersing while you
were still nursing our boy and ever since there is just not much of a call for
a neighborhood cheerleader who married the president living next door whose
first year of marriage was spent at your parents I don't get there much anymore
The pet names that you once gave me, we had given the pets I still come when
you call them, just to be sure not much of a call for a neighborhood
cheerleader or block party president mowing his lawn whose cabinet is empty and
mind's full of nicotine fits God I can't make you love me I don't have the
strength anymore
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