I ask you if it's storming where you are, just to make conversation.
It's storming here, in the heartland. If you get what I mean.
I can never stop griping about what happened to us, because it hurts.
I talk about it all the time, mostly here. But it's common.
It's common, and it hurts.

I still can't believe how much it hurts some times. And it all doesn't make sense. I've never fallen for anyone as hard as I fell for you. And to have that ripped out from under me after all of those promises you made. It's hard to cope with. Especially on nights like this, where I want you. I want nothing more than to love you....