In the field I caught a tick or two But it's nice to be wanted Yes, I might've said I was seeing someone new But I lied I hate this little life But I guess I kinda like how Quiet it is at night Since you left I washed my sheets But now they only smell like me It's not the same singing Without you there to add the harmony I miss our little life Fresh flowers on the table And a cat that's yours and mine Can I propose again? This time we'll marry And I won't mess it up I wish you'd say yes again But I understand why you Can't I hate this part of life The cycle's always spinning What was yours Is no longer mine In the field I caught a tick or two But it's nice to be wanted Yes, I might've said I was seeing someone new But I lied