Lyrics
Dust is piling high I must be lonely
Cause I aint changed the sheets since you’ve been gone
Been sleeping on the couch to save your perfumes heavy smile on my memory
Lately I’ve been going through my cellphone
And calling every pretty face I’ve known
Calling out in vain can someone help me and wondering why I ever let you go
One more pot of coffee, another shot of whiskey
What doesn’t kill me, gets me through these weeks
Tonight I have decided, to wash away your memory
And every mess we made, it’s time
To change the sheets
You and I went round and round for ages
Playing house on those cold Thursday nights
Your tragic fool and object of amusement, I never thought it’d end without a fight
One more pot of coffee, another shot of whiskey
What doesn’t kill me, gets me through these weeks
Tonight I have decided, to wash away your memory
And every mess we made, it’s time
To change the sheets
I never liked that bedspread that you picked out on your own
And in truth I’m sleeping better on my own
One more pot of coffee, another shot of whiskey
What doesn’t kill me, gets me through these weeks
Tonight I have decided, to wash away your memory
And every mess we made, it’s time
To change the sheets