Testo Heavy Metal

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 have been dead
He don't even know that she's mourning

Of a love that they lost without warning The silence is worse than the 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 wеighing her down
But I guess she'll sеttle 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 showed 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 her bed that they made at night
She prayed to get out but she'll stay in there
She'll probably get old and gray in there
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
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm