The Giving Tree

What if I can't forget The lipstick under your bed What if I can't let go Of the past I'm ashamed that I believed Deserted love could satisfy me Denial just ain't what it used to be I'm forcing love from an empty tomb It's not your fault, you're a victim too She haunts you in the perfect kind of way I'm waiting for you to leave You keep lying through your teeth Cowboy go back Where you belong What if I can't forget The photos of her that you hid Have you really let go Of the past If she's just a memory Why are you looking past me Hoping she'll come running And take you back I'm throwing money at my fears Hoping that the truth ain't real Our love's a reflection of my self hate The giving tree looks down on me Use me like a vending machine Why am I so hard for you to love What if I can't forgive The greedy eyes of a rambling man You didn't leave a bruise You took my faith Soon I'll be just a memory You can search but you won't find me Run back to the one We both know you love