One, two, three, four

When you walked into living room
And your eyes were living proof
You've done all you could
And you're finally sick of me
And there was nothing I could be
To make you feel good

As you take off from your nest
I thought I could love you best
Before you go

How are things, love?
Since somebody stole our love
Did you ever feel the sting, love?
Is it any of the above, love?
I hope you're well

There's a picture of us with our kid
In the wallet that I keep hid
So I don't have to explain
There's a little pill next to that
That I take in case I have gotta do so, oh oh

I will pick him up by two
I know there's a lot you gotta do before he goes

How are things, love?
Is the new guy everything, love?
Does it feel like you're in chains, love?
Is it all of the above, love?
I hope you're well

And of all the weight on my chest
One thing I never did best
Was love you

How are things, love?
Did you get rid of the ring love?
Do you ever think of me, love?
I do all the above, love
I hope you're well

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Writer(s): BUTCH WALKER