| Sometimes it’s a pair of old faded denim I know |
| Is gonna fit me like a friend or some radio song |
| You can’t help but sing along |
| Wishing they’d spin it over and over again |
| Could be the windows down on a Sunday drive |
| Smell of rain on a summer night |
| Anything that brings a little more comfort my way |
| But sometimes there’s those times it’s gotta be you |
| I keep telling myself I’m moving on but I’m stumbling |
| Believing my heart was strong enough and now I’m wondering |
| But every step I take that leads me away |
| Just circles back to your door wishing I didn’t love you anymore |
| I’ve tried turning to the arms of someone new |
| But I can’t seem to fool this fool |
| I’ve seen closing times with every bottle dry |
| I’ve seen days alone in my own room |
| I’ll ask God and magazines |
| Stacks of books and movie screens |
| Anything to bring a little more comfort my way |
| But sometimes there’s those times it’s gotta be you |
| I keep telling myself I’m moving on but I’m stumbling |
| Believing my heart was strong enough but now I’m wondering |
| 'Cause every step I take that leads me away |
| Just circles back to your door wishing I didn’t love you anymore |
| You give me more |
| I’ve done everything I can to forget |
| If there is a way I ain’t found it yet |
| I keep telling myself I’m moving on believing my heart was strong |
| But every step I take that leads me away |
| Just circles back to your door, wishing I didn’t love you |
| What I’d give if I could touch you, wishing I didn’t love you anymore |