Well I don't sugarcoat the truth, my mouth is full of bittersweet. The poison inside him fuels all the fire inside of me. He's a few drinks after work, The light over the basement door. Late for dinner every night, Work clothes on the kitchen floor. With his arms around me I forget everything. Sometimes I wish my memory served me better. I know redemption is a powerful thing, But I don't give a damn, How I love that man.... He's a hell of a lot of work, sometimes just to hold in my gut. An empty box in the attic I'm sorry I ever opened up. He's 50 minutes of indifference, 10 minutes of 'look-me-in-the-eye'. And it underminds all common sense that I wouldn't just say goodbye. With his arms around me I forget everything. Sometimes I wish my memory served me better. I know redemption is a powerful thing, But I don't give a damn, How I love that man.... And every night that I cry He promises me that he'll try. And how he tries. And how he lies...... With his arms around me I forget everything. Sometimes I wish my memory served me better. I know surrender is a powerful thing, But I don't give a damn, I don't give a damn. I must not give a damn.... cause how I love that man.... How I love that man.....