Look at you all innocent-faced.
Acting like you ain't left a trace
of my poor heart, all over this house of ours.
What was once a happy abode,
has transformed into an unpleasant home.
You got a problem I can't fix with flowers.
And I don't understand it at all.
How can we go from being in love, to being out of it doll?
I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Merle Haggard's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.
Is it possible I was too nice,
that being right there for you no matter the price
was a poor decision on behalf of my heart.
I treated you like a queen and then some,
and looking back now girl I can't see how come
you just turned it off. Didn't even try restart.
Well your games aren't much fun any more.
It's a shame that we didn't age as well as my N64.
I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Brad Paisley's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.
I can smell 60 bucks in my gas tank burning
and feel my heartbeat as my right hand's turning
the wheel that's gonna guide me away from you girl.
The wind tastes like sour memories and dreams.
The sound of Brad Paisley's voice drowns the screams
that my mind's let out since you wrecked my world.
I know looks can be deceiving, but
the one you gave me seemed void of love.
And it sure didn't look like a lie.
I just need a little time,
so I can make sense of the senses of goodbye.
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