1229 Sheffield Lyrics - Verve Pipe

(Brian Vander Ark) 

another day of deflating your face into tears 

I shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beer 

the day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgust 

you would stay but there's just not 

much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader 

who married the president living next door 

whose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parents 

back then you could get the best of me 

I don't recall anyone placing a gun to our heads 

we traded a trip 'round the world for a family instead 

our friends were dispersing while you were still nursing our boy 

and ever since there is just not 

much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader 

who married the president living next door 

whose first year of marriage was spent at your parents 

I don't get there much anymore 

The pet names that you once gave me, we had given the pets 

I still come when you call them, just to be sure 

not much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleader 

or block party president mowing his lawn 

whose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine fits 

God I can't make you love me 

I don't have the strength anymore