Bound - Amy Millan

He stood in the doorway

Holdin' his head half-past low

You could still feel the perfume

Hangin' at the end of the hall

She tried to fight it

She kept on denyin' it

Knowing that he’d lose without her

But the fussin', the fightin'

The boozin', the cryin'

Left her more empty than hopes

I’d rather love you than leave you, my darlin'

But lovin’s just not what we do

So, as hard as a habit and as cold as my heart

I’m breakin' this forever for now

It only took two days

'Til Johnny got locked up in jail

The other guy didn’t die

But he won’t be walkin' for awhile

But the phone kept on ringin'

But she wouldn’t let him

Get the best of her

'Cause there’s no more playin' momma

Enough with the drama

Little boy, stand on your own

I’d rather love you than leave you, my darlin'

But lovin’s just not what we do

So, as hard as a habit, as cold as my heart

I’m breakin' this forever for now