"Used to the Pain" by Tracy Lawerence (okay, so it only sorta applies, just the chorus really).
Six a.m, alarm goes off:
I reach for you no longer lie but don't feel quite as lost.
Everyday, I drive my truck,
A little farther into work before your mem'ry catchs up.
The radio on, I'm not afraid:
I can listen to most any song the DJ wants to play.
Slow but sure, I'm coming around.
No, I'm not looking back: I'm moving on now.
But I won't go so far as to say that I'm fine:
Too much of what I felt for you remains.
I'd like to believe in the healin' hands of time,
But the truth is I really can't say,
If I'm getting better,
Or just used to the pain.
End of the day, head back home:
Have a bite to eat then sit down in the living room alone.
Easy chair, watch tv:
Half way through the news, I'm soundly sleeping,
But I won't go so far as to say that I'm fine:
Too much of what I felt for you remains.
I'd like to believe in the healin' hands of time,
But the truth is I really can't say,
If I'm getting better,
Or just used to the pain.
Instrumental break.
No, I won't go so far as to say that I'm fine:
Too much of what I felt for you remains.
I'd like to believe in the healin' hands of time,
But the truth is I really can't say,
If I'm getting better,
Or just used to the pain.
If I'm getting better,
Or just used to the pain