Used To The Pain

6 a.m alarm goes off
 I reach for you no longer lie but don't feel quite as lost
 Everyday, I drive my truck a little farther into work before your memory catchs up.
 The radio on, I'm not afraid
 I can listen to most any song the DJ wants to play
 Slow but sure, I'm coming around
 No I'm not looking back I'm moving on now
 but I won't go so far as to say that I'm fine too much of what I felt for you remains.
 I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time but the truth is I really can't say if
 I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
 End of the day head back home have a bite to eat then sit down in the living room alone.
 Easy chair, watch tv.
 Half way through the news I'm soundly sleeping but
 I won't go so far to say that I'm fine too much of what I felt for you remains.
 I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time but the truth is
 I really can't say if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
 No I won't go so far as to say that I'm fine too much of what I felt for you remains.
 I'd like to believe in the healing hands of time but the truth is
 I really can't say if I'm getting better or just used to the pain.
 If I'm getting better or just used to the pain.