If I Cared At All

I’m home from the road and there’s a new truck on the block
I fumbled through my keys but none fit in the lock
And it was all I could do to keep my jaw off the ground
When she told me not to come back around
It was a cold Sunday evening but warm in the hall
She was holding my phone as she held up the wall
And the irony wasn’t lost as I plead through her cries
She’d have to trust I wasn’t like those other guys
If I drank I’d be at the bottom of the bottle
If I fought you know I’d raise hell
If I cared at all about what you had to say
I’d be broken-hearted, drunk and in jail
Hello Darling won’t you tell me why you pushed me away
I know you’re back in town but haven’t seen you in days
On second thought save your breath cause I’ve heard this before
You think I’m great but you’ll show me the door
If I drank I’d be at the bottom of the bottle
If I fought you know I’d raise hell
If I cared at all about what you had to say
I’d be broken-hearted, drunk and in jail
I could give a damn about what you had to say
Now I’m broken hearted, drunk in my cell