Lonesome

One coffee cup, one toothbrushOne set of keys, one car out in the driveOne half of the closet of the emptyOne half of the bed cold at nightOne of us just up and dissapearedThat only leaves one of us around here
Lonesome, can drive a man insaneLonesome, it's the sad part of the gameWin some, lose someLonesome
One man and one womanOne too many cold and bitter fightsOne high powered lawyer laterOne piece of paper they want me to signThe hand she used to hold picks up the penAnd all at once reality sets in

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Yeah you win some, or you lose someLonesomeLonesomeLonesomeLonesome