It Ain't Him

Ashes and broken bottles, bitter tear stains on my shoes

All alone in this old house with a big old belly full of blues

The thought of some old stranger lying down by her side

Consumes my soul like a wildfire, yeah, and just burns me up inside

But it ain't him, it's me, I drove her straight into his arms

I never gave her what she needed, and all she ever needed was my heart

Perhaps I should be angry, I'm to blame, can't you see?

I never gave her what she needed, and that ain't him, it's me

Heaven knows that I ain't perfect, guess I've always been her fool

I never dreamed in my wildest, she could ever be untrue

So damn me for believing everything was fine

Damn her weakness, and damn my foolish pride

'Cause it ain't him, it's me, I drove her straight into his arm, yeah

I never gave her what she needed, and all I ever needed was to be her man

Perhaps I should be angry, but I'm to blame, don't you see?

I never gave her what she needed, and that ain't him, it's me

I never gave her what she needed, and that ain't him, it's me