They’re supposed to be what you think they are 
Not mangled beauties in the star 
John Mayer holds over his head 
Like the way he sang about his bed 
And what he found there 
And it’s not that I don’t care 
It’s just that I feel it’s some kind of theft 
And I would be left bereft 
If I stepped out on that branch 
Like a woody bridge over the ranch 
That holds all the cattle 
And if love must be a battle 
Then I would want to fight with you 
All the days God gives me to 
And I snarl at you down the phone
And you leave me all alone 
To face the sparse within 
And I know you’ve taken up with him 
I can see it in your eyes 
It’s as though something dies 
Everytime you look away 
And I know you couldn’t stay 
But could you give me a reason why 
You left me there to die