Report Card

Baby, I was there for every second

I made your little bed

I washed your little head

I made what you were fed

But now I, I walk these empty floors

Looking through these empty drawers

And everybody knows it's you I'm looking for

If I knew then what I know now

Then love would not have lived

And I could have gotten out

Bring me your report card, I want to read it again

While I put your empty clothes into an empty bin

I can hardly make it through my gin

Without crying a river and wantin' it to end

Jеsus is love

Sent from above

I likе the wine, and love making passes the time

But it ain't you-your little hands, your precious eyes

Your growing feet, feeling the heat, walking away from me

It ain't me, my baby love

That conjures up above and

Captures the secret stone that makes everybody love

I hope you don't miss me

As much as I miss you

'Cause my heart is always broken

And I don't want you to feel the way I do

We're born and we die alone

But until then I want you home

And every night you'll be

Under the stars with me

And if I seem sad

It's because I am

Bring me your report card, I wanna read it again

While I put your empty clothes into an empty bin

I can hardy make it through my gin

Without crying a river and wanting it to end