Baby left me the other day
Something to do with time and space
And me not bein' so dependable
She's the kind that'll walk away
If she thinks she's gonna get left someday
Sometimes it makes no sense at all
She used to like making love to me
I'm the name in her carving tree
She used to love likin' me
I'm the pain in her memory now
Guess she had to get herself away
From the specter that I'd drink to death someday
And surely take myself away for good
No one had words left to say
Her eyes are deep, they were drippin' pain
So I drank a couple more to ease the pain of hurting her
She used to like bakin' pies for me
Let me climb up her apple tree
She used to love takin' time for me
I'm a page in her history now
She used to like making love to me
I'm the name in her carving tree
She used to love likin' me
I'm the pain in her memory
I'm a page in her history
