This lost love won't be found tomorrow   So I'll get drunk and count stars in the sky   I'll get more sick from choking down the sorrow   Then I ever would from bleeding bottles dry      In my head a rained out holiday   A long drive there with stops along the way      The trouble with this dear   It's everything I feared   The worse you are, the more I love you      I'm tired of keeping track of dead soldiers   This old town's too small for me and you   An angel in the stink of his own horseshit   These fights at three a.m. will never do      In my head a rained out holiday   A long drive there with stops along the way      The trouble with this dear   It's everything I feared   The worse you are, the more I love you      The more I love you   The more I love you   The more I love you