Stomach

In the beginning what I just said right then would make you laugh
But now you leave the room without a smile when you turn back

It feels like nothing, and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I run with it

It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don’t feel like mine
I just can't stomach, being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine

I’m staring at a stranger, that's a secret I've been keeping
I'm holding onto both sides of a raft that just keeps on sinking

It feels like nothing, and it makes me sick
I can't run from it, so I run with it

It hurts my stomach, cuts me like a knife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
I just can't stomach, being your ex-wife
All these memories, they don't feel like mine
Nothing I do makes it better
Nothing I do makes it better
Nothing I do makes it better
Nothing I do makes it better
It hurts my stomach
It hurts my stomach

Nothing I do makes it better (And it hurts my stomach)
Nothing I do makes it better (And it hurts my stomach)
Nothing I do makes it better (And it hurts my stomach)
Nothing I do makes it better (And it hurts my stomach)