Late nights in musty motel rooms   Stale lives left by someone else   White lies, I wish I could tell you   And questions I ask of myself      Why do I do the things that make me sorry   Why do I do the things that make you cry   Will I lose your love to another   Who loves you better than I?      The angels smile when you're praying   But the devil laughs when you lie   And some things they go without saying   When tears fill up your eyes      Why do I do the things that make me sorry   Why do I do the things that make you cry   Will I lose your love to another   Who loves you better than I?      Some questions beg for an answer   Like a poet begs for a rhyme   Somehow all I can remember   Is holding your hand in mine      Late nights in musty motel rooms   Stale lives left all alone   He's telling you how he wants you   And I'm praying he doesn't know      Why I do the things that make me sorry   Why I do the things that make you cry   If I could lose your love to another   Who loves you better than I      Who loves you better than I