He tore out our lives like pages
My love like bullets from a gun
And my only wish was that he’d warned me
That we weren’t having any fun
Now give me a car a pick a direction
I may have had too much to drink
A shot for every missed affection
Gimme gasoline
Said “if you’d rather come with
Well that’s fine with me,” and he smiles
“But keep in mind the music’s loud
And we might be lost for a while.”
He offers to drive
I say that I don’t know
But he takes away the keys
He gets up and we go
It’s three in the morning, the city is crying
The highway’s our soundtrack
It’s starting to look like a record
Injecting road signs into our lives
The scenery keeps changing
And he watches me smile
He drives like he’s flying
And we lose ourselves for a while
But the car keeps on stalling us
Until finally, we hit the coast
And the world keeps on falling
It’s sinking all around him
But the look in his eyes, I know it
And that smile, I haven’t seen in a while
We walk until it’s cold out
Then lie down in the backseat
Of our tired house
Of our tired house
I fall asleep in his arms
And my memories fall backwards
Into the darkest parts of my mind
It feels like the summer
And he tastes like strawberry wine.