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 day And I would I don't feel that way anymore I don't want to write you letters I don't want to wtite you songs I don't want your damn forgiveness When I go do something wrong Yea 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 SOLO 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 wtite you songs I don't want your damn forgiveness When I go do something wrong Yea you know I'd love to care enough to slam another door And I would but I don't feel that way anymore SOLO I don't want to write you letters I don't want to wtite you songs I don't want your damn forgiveness When I go do something wrong 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 And I would but I don't feel that way anymore >From Charlie Robison "Life Of The Party" Lucky Dog Records 1998 Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp(BMI)