Some folks say the world is round, and me, I disagree
For since my baby left me, all that's round is misery
My cigarettes keep getting wet from tears that overflow
And I can't keep a straight face, so everyone must know
I'm falling apart at the seams, it seems
She held me together like glue
Shook up, broke down, I'm a mess, I guess
I'm a mess, I guess
Her leaving just tore me in two
I keep talking to the ones, they're not talking back
Although they're kind of beat up
They think I'm the one that's cracked
The coffee pot is nice and hot
I keep talking to the ones, they're not talking back
But I can't get a cut
Some fool named I let get gone dry
And burned the darn thing up
I'm falling apart at the seams, it seems
She held me together like glue
Shook up, broke down, I'm a mess
I guess
Her leaving just tore me in two
Her leaving just tore me in two