(Roger Springer, Slugger Morrissette)
I used to come in here maybe once or twice a year
But only when I had a good excuse
I¡¯d have one or two then be on my way
But that¡¯s way before she told me we were through
Chorus
Now any ol¡¯ reason will do, any ol¡¯ thing that I can use
These days, these nights, the clouds, the rain, the moon
I don¡¯t have to think about the love I live without
Or the heart she left that never will be used - really, any ol¡¯ reason will do
At first I told myself she¡¯d never cross my mind
Unless I was to meet her eye to eye
And only when I felt alone would I turn her memory on
Well I guess that means I told myself a lie
Repeat Chorus
