Well, I can't sleep a wink at night,
Pourin' whiskey by the pint,
Cause ever since you drove away,
I barely even notice if it's night and day.

I still ain't got no appetite
For scrambled memories and swallowed pride
My eyes are fried, and my luck is cold,
This should be over easy but my brain is yoke.

Cause I may not be a doctor but I've learned to read the signs,
And this ain't the condition I was in when you were mine,
I guess we I should have known that it would end here from the start,
Darling, this must be a broken heart.

I'm lonely but I'm not alone,
Cause I'm still living with your ghost,
And though it's only me at home,
I keep hearing voices in the other room.

I still don't leave the house at all,
I'm by my phone, just in case you call,
When the whiskey's gone, I'll just beg and plead,
To beat this little bug and get you back with me

Cause I may not be a doctor but I've learned to read the signs,
And this ain't the condition I was in when you were mine,
I guess we I should have known that it would end here from the start,
Darling, this must be a broken heart.