Used to the Pain

6am. Alarm goes off.
I reach for you no longer lie, but don’t feel quite as lost.
Every day, I drive my truck a little farther and a word before your memory catches up.
Radio on, I’m not afraid, I can listen to most any song the DJ wants to play.
Slow but sure, I’m comin’ around.
No, I’m not looking back I’m moving on now,

(chorus)
but I won’t go so far as to say that I’m fine,
and much of what I felt for you remains.
I 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 and sit down in the living room alone.
Easy chair, watch TV. Halfway through the news I’m sound asleep and

(chorus)

No, I won’t go so far as to say that I’m fine.
Too much of what I felt for you remains.
I 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.