better than my heart

i'm feeling kind of banged up, slow out of the bed, neon noise and honkey-tonk wine ringing in my head, last night i saw your car, i overheard your name, pilled my hat down low, wouldn't want you to know i was in this shape, now these old beer bones, are like a rusty old plow, these cigarettes eyes are, 'bout to burn out, but they're still doing better, better than my heart, these whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile, the soles on my boots have walked their last mile, but they're still doing better, better than my heart, you filled it with your love, then you drained it out, sometimes i think you built it up, just to break it down, now that's really left, is an emptiness inside, a river running cold, memories growing old, dying right there on the vine, now these old beer bones, are like a rusty old plow, these cigarettes eyes are, 'bout to burn out, but they're still doing better, better than my heart, these whiskey worn lips can't muster up a smile, the soles on my boots have walked their last mile, but they're still doing better, better than my heart, yeah, they're still doing better, better than my heart, better than my heart