Broken Boots, Broken Heart

I found your boots by the bedroom door,

Covered in mud from the night before.

The scent of perfume ain't mine at all,

You've been out writing your own downfall.

Lipstick stains on a wrinkled sleeve,

Promises break like autumn leaves.

Thought you were mine, but that's a lie,

I saw betrayal in your wandering eyes.

So take your broken boots and broken lies,

You can't mend what you left behind.

I'll walk this road, though it's torn apart,

With broken boots and a broken heart.

The dinner's cold, but so is your touch,

You gave her what you called "too much."

The whispers scream inside my ears,

Every word's a dagger made of fears.

The radio sings our song tonight,

A melody that used to feel so right.

But the jukebox don't lie, it steals my breath,

'Cause I hear the sound of love's quiet death.

So take your broken boots and broken lies,

You can't mend what you left behind.

I'll walk this road, though it's torn apart,

With broken boots and a broken heart.