Adam Burrows

I Never Know A Heartache

i can spot a con man before he even gets through the door

he wears a big grin and his alligator shoes make marks on the floor

and i can smell a weasel or a rat almost every time 

it’s a mixture of anxiety, cheap cologne and wine

and i get a feeling sometimes that you might call clairvoyance or prophesy 

but no matter how hard i try there’s one thing that always gets the best of me

i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache

’til it’s too late

i can hear a voice, a whisper or a shout

i can repeat back the words and i know what she’s talking about

i know the taste of her skin, each and every kiss

like the way it must taste to be granted your every wish 

when we touch i believe she feels about me the same way i do about her

i only know to trust my senses but if there’s one thing i’ve learned

i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache

i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache, i never know a heartache

’til it’s too late

and it’s got me searching for things that aren’t there

going out of my mind