you don't love me anymore

i've got a head full of heat
and a belly full of cheap wine
i've got a nicotine fix
and a heart pushing turpentine

and i've been looking for you
in all of your usual hideouts
and i don't have a clue
just what i will do if i find out

you don't love me anymore
you don't love me anymore

 you've got cemetery eyes
and a hand that makes the wind turn
you've got a cellophane smile
and a fahrenheit fever burn

i heard you don't want me around
and that's okay
i just want to see how it feels
to hear you say

you don't love me anymore
you don't love me anymore

end.

you don't love me anymore©2002 by frank caravella