You can pretend you don't miss me (me) Oh what a shame I'm not there You can pretend you don't care All you wanna do is kiss me (me) Somebody new All you wanna do is kiss me (me) What is it you want? You can lie but I know that you're not fine (oh yeah)

If I could tell her But we're a million worlds apart And I don't know how I would even start But he kept it all inside his head What he saw he left unsaid Tell her everything I see How she's everything to me He thought you were awesome

Still don't know what love means La la la lala lala Cocaine flame in my bloodstream Sold my coat when I hit Spokane It's too late And I found myself face down in the ditch Booze in my hair, blood on my lips A picture of you holding a picture of me

Move on (move on) If I want to move on If I want to move on (move on) I got high to forget you I feel pain, I don't want to But I have to, yeah, I have to I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend She would know exactly what to say

Choose what you wish to believe Choose what you wish to see The hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin You say you don't know what its all about Just look around, you'll see there is no doubt The worms and maggots gather for the feast An endless

That's what you do to me I don't know what you call it but, uh I start a conversation and my mind goes blank When asked my name I can't even think I'm just not hungry when it's time to eat My blazer's on backwards, shoes are on the wrong feet Well some

Each night is like a thousand years I can't kid my aching heart 'cos My heart knows we're still apart and Oh-oh since I got these young boy blues Every time I kiss somebody new I Don't know what to do I'm so lost and lonely Since I lost you Oh make

And I don't know how we So leave me at the roadside And hang me up and out to dry The places inside me that I find Woke up one day somehow thought we knew 'Cause I don't know And I don't think you see Exactly what we're supposed to do

You want it, we got it You want what we got I know what you want We got it, you don't We got it, you won't I know what you want (you want it) Sometimes you drive me mad with the things you say and do You act like we're so bad, well, I got a message for

Hell, that's alright with me I like whiskey and tight denim On good-hearted women And for that I make no apologies Call me country, call me hippie A wildcat from Dixie And if you do or don't like what you see Everybody knows I like whiskey Preferably