Things aren’t the same anymore Some nights it gets so bad D You almost pick up the phone Trade baby blues for wide-eyed browns I sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house In your shoes I know it’s strange It’s a strange way of saying that I know I’m supposed to love you I’m supposed to love you Whoa-oh-oh ~VERSE 2~ I’ve already given up on myself twice Third time is the charmthird time is the charm Threw caution to the wind but I’ve got a lousy arm And I’ve traced your shadows on the wall Now I kiss them whenever I’m down whenever I’m down Figured on not figuring myself out Things aren’t the same anymore Some nights it gets so bad D I almost pick up the phone ~Chorus~ Born under a bad sign You saved my life That night on the roof of your hotel Cross my heart and hope to die Splinter from the headboard in my eye Photo-proofed kisses I remember so well ~Chorus~