Well, I walk around the room keys 'cause I broke some hearts last night Couple different women, not a one of them my wife It's a wonder how I still made it home on four wheels Just in time for you to pinch it down off me So nothing like the feeling that you get coming home When your house is made of glass, and you're both casting stones So I throw on myself Take this bottle off the shelf And walk out the house that I built Well, I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove Same one I bought when we were young and talking old It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope So read it slow, it's one hell of a note ♪ Always broke your heart, though I swear I'd never try The truth just seems so hard, so I spun that web of lies Ripped your heart off your sleeve All those times you tried to leave Now hold it close to me and no one else But who could love you better than a man I used to be Looking in this mirror, I'm not sure who I see But the pieces are all there Wrapped behind this hollow stare So put me back together if you can So I left my heart on paper in the kitchen by the stove Same one I bought when we were young and talking old It's the end of this letter at the end of my rope So read it slow, it's one hell of a note