Sweet on You

I been throwing a party for one since I can remember
Just a bottle of bourbon, candlelights, and some KFC
It all goes to hell with the radio on and I hear a song
And cry myself to sleep

Hearing three or two, there's nothing to do, and it's raining
I pull the top sheet up and pretend that we're in New Orleans
But the people next door are making love, I'm making sure
I remember what love means

I keep on carving your name into the dresser
I could be buying houses on Park Avenue
But I can't get myself out of bed
If you're running around my head
Yes, I'd feel better if I was never sweet on you
Sweet on you
Sweet on you, sweet on you

It's been ten long years I been sitting here, watchin' the paint dry
In the same motel with the ringing bell snack machine
And the picture on the wall from the yard sale down the way
Reminds me of your face

I heard the front desk clerk, she was going to work on the bellboy
Every suitcase place makes me wanna replace my view
Of the swimming pool or the laundry room, hell, anything
To get my mind off you

I keep on talking to myself and the TV
I could be hopping to learn new points of view
But I can't move on down the road
If I never let you go
Yes, I'd feel better if I was never sweet on you
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you, ooh, sweet on you
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you, ooh
Sweet on you