There's no more flowers There's no more spring There's no more promises Of golden wedding rings I'd love to care enough To slam another door And I would but I don't Feel that way anymore
I don't want to write you letters I don't want to write you songs I don't want your damn forgiveness When I go do something wrong Yeah, I'd love to pick my clothes up When I throw them on your floor And I would, but I don't feel that way anymore
I'd love to hold you when you come Home tired from work I'd feel guilty when I act just like a jerk And I'd love to talk to you darlin' and act Like I'm not bored And I would, but I don't feel that way anymore
I don't want to write you letters I don't want to write you songs I don't want your damn forgiveness When I go do something wrong Yeah you know I'd love to care enough to slam another door And I would, but I don't feel that way anymore
And I'd love to talk to you darlin' and act Like I'm bored And I would, but I don't feel that way anymore