Another day of deflating your face into tears
And I shook your mood with a game and a bottle of beer
The day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust
You would stay
But there's just not much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader
Who married the president living next door
Whose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parents
Back then you could get the best of me

I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads
We traded a trip 'round the world for a family instead
Our friends were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy
And ever since
There is just not much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader
Who married the president living next door
Whose first year of marriage was spent at your parents
I don't get there much anymore

The pet names that you once gave me
We have given to pets
I still come when you call them
Just to be sure
There's not much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader
Block party president mowing his lawn
Whose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine fits
God, I can't make you love me
Cause I don't have the strength anymore

Another day of deflating your face into tears
Another day of deflating your face into tears
Another day of deflating your face into tears