On the good days he would miss her like a souvenir

And the bad ones he would miss her like a limb

He’d remind himself of just how good he’d had it

And get stuck on what he’d never have again

She could wear all her burdens like a feather

But mostly she’d just wear herself too thin

She knew just how to keep her life together

But she couldn’t always keep on loving him

Hunny, there’s no virtue in following your heart

What you did for love was easy

It’s what you’ll do in spite that’s hard

When the giving dries up

And the cup in hand it lacks a liquid shine

All there is to do is give in to the aching

And to give up for the sake of losing time

Hunny, there’s no virtue in following your heart

What you did for love was easy

It’s what you’ll do in spite that’s hard

What you did for love was easy

It’s what you’ll do in spite that’s hard

It’s what you’ll do in spite that’s hard