(C. Robison)Well, you wish that I would treat youLike I did the times beforeAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreThere’s no more flowersThere’s no more springThere’s no more promisesOf golden wedding ringsI’d love to care enoughTo slam another doorAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreI don’t want to write you lettersI don’t want to write you songsI don’t want your damn forgivenessWhen I go do something wrongWell, I’d love to take my clothes offAnd throw them on your floorAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreI’d love to hold youWhen you come home tired from workI feel guiltyWhen I act just like a jerkI’d love to talk to youAnd act like I’m not boredAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreI don’t want to write you lettersI don’t want to write you songsI don’t want your damn forgivenessWhen I go do something wrongWell, you know I’d love to care enoughTo slam another doorAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreI don’t want to write you lettersI don’t want to write you songsI don’t want your damn forgivenessWhen I go do something wrongYeah, you know I’d love to talk to youAnd act like I’m not boredAnd I wouldBut I don’t feel that way anymoreYes, I would