Used To The Pain Testo

6 a.m
Alarm goes off
I reach where 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.
Halfway 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