I Can Tell Your Love is Waning
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Not much in this trailer now
A picture book, remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macramรฉ frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer
On a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom
He doesn't know you're there
'Cause you're lyin' in the bathtub
With shampoo in your hair
And the radio is playin'
Some fucked up country song
And sort of like us it's sad and sweet
But it won't last for long
'Cause I can tell your love is waning
From the looks and the smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
I don't know
Not much in this trailer now
A picture book, remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macramรฉ frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of Schaefer
On a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom
He doesn't know you're there
'Cause you're lyin' in the bathtub
Runnin' water through your hair
And the radio plays Mack the Knife
And I begin to think
As I pull myself a steak knife
From the bottom of the kitchen sink
'Cause I can tell your love is waning
From the looks and the smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
I still don't know
I don't know
Not much in this trailer now
A picture book, remote control
And a cookie jar shaped like a cow
A macramรฉ frame 'round a picture of me
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer
On a black and white TV
There's a baby in the bedroom
He doesn't know you're there
As you're lyin' in the bathtub
With blood all in your hair
And the radio plays so damn loud
I can't hear myself think
As I wash the blood from my fingers
And the knife in the bathroom sink
'Cause I could tell your love was waning
From the looks and the smell of it
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck
And all you smell is shit
But I know that if we could just get past
These foul moods we're in
We could drive on down the highway, girl
With all our windows rolled down once again