I wrote a book bout you in my phone
I used my words and not my tongue
'Cause it gets sharp and you know best, and you know best
I'm not angry, oh I swear, I'm just upset

I love the woes she left me
They remind me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the way she left me
It reminds me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the woes she left me
They remind me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the way she left me
It reminds me

I held your hand up to my chest
Teary-eyed I said: Oh, I'm scared to death
Of my body, of my soul, of where I'm going, what do I know?
The sand in my bed oh it stays for days
And word of my mother I lost my way
And I'm on my own

I love the woes she left me
They remind me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the way she left me
It reminds me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the woes she left me
They remind me I'm not always supposed to be happy
I love the way she left me
It reminds me