When I'm cussing at the dash, stuck in traffic
You're searchin' through the static
For a good one
When we miss our reservations and I'am complaining
You're calling in takeout
And we take it out on the lawn
Well I don't know how
You turn it around
When I'm running on fumes
I'll just hold on to you
When I'm empty you're my gasoline
When it's going up in smoke
And my heart's nearly broke
You're my fix, you're my nicotine
When good turns to bad
You're bringing me back
You're my Make It All Better Half
When I'm sick of working late and had the worst day
You're standing in the doorway
With a bottle of red wine
When I'm higher than high maintenance, keep you waiting
And test your patience
You've got nothing but time
And I don't know how
You turn it around
When I'm running on fumes
I'll just hold on to you
When I'm empty you're my gasoline
When it's going up in smoke
And my heart's nearly broke
You're my fix, you're my nicotine
When good turns to bad
You're bringing me back
You're my Make It All Better Half
And I don't know how
You turn it around
When I'm running on fumes
I'll just hold on to you
When I'm empty you're my gasoline
When it's going up in smoke
And my heart's nearly broke
You're my fix, you're my nicotine
When good turns to bad
You're bringing me back
You're my Make It All Better Half
You're my Make It All Better Half

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