1229 Sheffield lyrics
by Verve Pipe

(Brian Vander Ark)another day of deflating your face into tearsI shook your mood with the game and a bottle of beerthe day I fell off of the wagon you threw up your hands in disgustyou would stay but there's just notmuch of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderwho married the president living next doorwhose honeymoon weekend was spent at your parentsback then you could get the best of meI don't recall anyone placing a gun to our headswe traded a trip 'round the world for a family insteadour friends were dispersing while you were still nursing our boyand ever since there is just notmuch of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderwho married the president living next doorwhose first year of marriage was spent at your parentsI don't get there much anymoreThe pet names that you once gave me, we had given the petsI still come when you call them, just to be surenot much of a call for a neighborhood cheerleaderor block party president mowing his lawnwhose cabinet is empty and mind's full of nicotine fitsGod I can't make you love meI don't have the strength anymore