On the good days he would miss her like a souvenir And the bad ones he would miss her like a limb He'd remind himself of just how good he'd had it And get stuck on what he'd never have again She could wear all her burdens like a feather But mostly she'd just wear herself too thin She knew just how to keep her life together But she couldn't always keep on loving him Hunny, there's no virtue in following your heart What you did for love was easy It's what you'll do in spite that's hard Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo When the giving dries up And the cup in hand it lacks a liquid shine All there is to do is give in to the aching And to give up for the sake of losing time Hunny, there's no virtue in following your heart What you did for love was easy It's what you'll do in spite that's hard What you did for love was easy It's what you'll do in spite that's hard It's what you'll do in spite that's hard