"Heavy Metal" lyrics

She's three wine glasses on a Wednesday
Thinking things she won't say
She'll talk herself down in the morning
Two warm bodies in a cold bed
Flowers that've been dead
He don't even know that she's mourning
The love that they lost without warning
The silence is worse than storming
She tries her best to ignore it
But she can't ignore it

She's lying to herself, saying she's fine
But she's crying on the bathroom floor
That rock on her left hand's weighing her down
But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal
Wearing that heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal
She'll keep wearing that rock

Like her mama did, and her mama did before her
Another selfish man's weight weighing down her shoulders
Bitter is the taste of the fairytale he sold her
And the irony is he don't even know

She's lying to herself, saying she's fine
But she's crying on the bathroom floor
That rock on her left hand's weighing her down
But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal
Wearing that heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal

She'll lie in that bed that they made and then
She'll pray to get out, but she'll stay in it
She'll probably get old and gray in that
Heavy metal

She's lying to herself, saying she's fine
But she's crying on the bathroom floor
That rock on her left hand's weighing her down
But I guess she'll settle wearing heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal
Wearing that heavy metal
Heavy metal
Heavy metal

Wearing that heavy metal