(i Can Tell) Your Love Is Waning Lyrics

Not much in this trailer, now
A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped
like a cow,
A macrame frame, 'round a picture of me,
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white
T.V.
There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know you
there
As you're lying in the bathtub with shampoo in your
hair
And the radio is playing some f*cked up country song
And sorta like us it's sad and sweet, but it won't last
for long
'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks
and smell of it,
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you
smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell
is shit
I don't know
Not much in this trailer, now
A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped
like a cow,
A macrame frame, 'round a picture of me, Sittin' in a
pool of stale beer, on a black and white T.V.
There's a baby in the bedroom that doesn't know your
there
As you're lying in the bathtub running water through
your hair

And the radio is plays 'Mack the Knife' ...
And I begin to think as I pull myself a steak knife
from the bottom of the kitchen sink 'Cause I can tell your love is waning from the looks
and smell of it,
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you
smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell
is shit
I still don't know ... I don't know
Not much in this trailer, now
A picture book, remote control, and a cookie jar shaped
like a cow,
A macrame frame, 'round a picture of me,
Sittin' in a pool of stale beer, on a black and white
T.V.
There's a baby in the bedroom -- doesn't know your
there
As you're lying in the bathtub with blood all in your
hair
And the radio plays so damn loud I can't hear myself
think
As I wash the blood from my fingers and the knife in
the bathroom sink
'Cause I could tell your love was waning from the looks
and smell of it,
Like getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you
smell is shit
Getting caught behind a cattle truck and all you smell
is shit
But I know that if we could just get past, these foul
moods we're in
We could drive on down the highway, girl, with all our
windows rolled down once again

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