The Bottle and My Heart

Saturday morning I wake up in my chair I peel the contacts off my eyes I wonder where you were last night Then I throw a comb through my hair I check to see if you're alright And take a deep breath and think about our lives I hate the way you live your life like you're the king And every Friday night it's the same old thing You sit around getting wasted at the bar I'm tired of delivering the lame excuses To all our friends and family when the simple truth is You don't even know who you are You'll have to choose between The bottle and my heart Mid-afternoon and you're still out cold Cheap beer and whiskey on your breath And what looks like lipstick on your neck This weekend tradition is getting old How did I get stuck in this boat And how is love supposed to keep us both afloat Oh I hate the way you live your life like you're the king And every Friday night it's the same old thing You lose your inhibitions at the bar I'm tired of delivering the lame excuses To all our friends and family when the simple truth is You don't even know who you are Still you can't choose between The bottle and my heart When I look at you I no longer see my man I know I said I do But I don't think I can God only knows how you're still asleep The man you used to be is lost I packed the memories in one box And I think that's all I'm going to keep And there beside you on our bed I left a note for you and this is what it said I hate the way you live your life like you're the king And every Friday night it's the same old thing You drink away your paycheck at the bar And I am through delivering the lame excuses Now everyone will understand the simple truth is You don't even know who you are And I'm going to leave this all behind You had all day to make up your mind And you can't have both The bottle and my heart