She's not angry

Well, it always
Seems to hurt this bad,
And I can't fix it,
No matter how many drinks I've had.
And, Lord, I'm not angry,
But I am awful drunk.

And then she walks in,
All perfection and graced out.
She just broke up with her boyfriend.
You know, eight years is quite a while.
And, Lord, I'm not angry,
But I do miss her smile.

And, Lord, I didn't know
That it would hurt so bad
To kiss her on the lips again
And remember the love that we had.
But, Lord, I didn't know
That a man could fall so far,
Till I ended up right here,
Passed out, drunk in my car.

Well, I knew it was wrong,
But it felt so right,
Holding onto her hand
And following her eyes.
And, Lord, I'm not angry,
But I hate it when she cries.

Well, I said I was sorry,
And she just closed her eyes.
She put her fingers to my lips.
She said "Just sing me a lullaby."
And, Lord, she's not angry,
Yeah, but she has a right to be.

And, Lord, I didn't know
That it would hurt so bad
To kiss her on the lips again
And remember the love that we had.
And, Lord, I didn't know
That a man could fall so far,
Till I ended up right here,
Passed out, drunk in my car.