Cooking Up a Heartache

I’ve found another recipe for cooking up a heartache.

It takes the soul right out of me and flattens it like a pancake.

It leaves me with no appetite. dinner's just for one tonight.

But that’s ok, as I always say, if it’s love I’m eating light.

I’m whipping up another batch, I’m cooking up a heartache.

Can’t light a fire with the perfect match, my oven’s set to half bake.

Just throw in some intentions good, mix in a pinch of misunderstood,

it won’t be long ‘till it goes wrong, love don’t come out as it should.

Guys like me should stay out of the kitchen.

I'll just make a mess of things and cause an awful lot of bitchin'.

So if you’re hungry for a fling, let’s cook us up a heartache.

We’ll serve it hot, a la king! A feast that two can partake.

But before the cooking timer’s done, the joy of cooking’s lost its fun.

With you and me that’s too many for a table set for one. (yup)

It’s a potpourri of misery, this heartache recipe.