Hit heartbreak in a Hyundai goin’ about 45
Still jerks you like it was a hundred when the breaks are finally hit
Been shaving the rust from my bones
To make guitar strings
Because I still got a song in there
Might not be much
But it’s somethin’
Comes out all tinny
Like when live radio sounded like it was comin’ from a can
Hide the fact that I can’t sing
Sound isn’t even affected by 45 miles an hour
Still perfectly audible
Didn’t even have to raise my voice so I could keep on sayin’,
I’m Sorry
For the battle I caused you
And for the place that I left you in
From across the street
Even houses sit on the side of the road
Any side can be the wrong side
Any throat can be a gutter
When the noise starts pouring out
Sounded more like rushing water than anything else
Anybody can be a trash can
With all the soda and beer and broken wine bottles
Makin the outside sticky
Lemme sing this to you
While we both wash away our *****
I know I’m done letting my glass poke through the plastic
Never even realized how much it cut you
Le’me sing the song before my voice starts breakin’ again
Before my throat becomes a gutter
And my eyes become a fire
Before I wake up on the wrong side of the street again
Jun 17, 2011
Jun 17, 2011 at 11:10 AM UTC
Hit heartbreak in a Hyundai goin’ about 45
Still jerks you like it was a hundred when the breaks are finally hit
Been shaving the rust from my bones
To make guitar strings
Because I still got a song in there
Might not be much
But it’s somethin’
Comes out all tinny
Like when live radio sounded like it was comin’ from a can
Hide the fact that I can’t sing
Sound isn’t even affected by 45 miles an hour
Still perfectly audible
Didn’t even have to raise my voice so I could keep on sayin’,
I’m Sorry
For the battle I caused you
And for the place that I left you in
From across the street
Even houses sit on the side of the road
Any side can be the wrong side
Any throat can be a gutter
When the noise starts pouring out
Sounded more like rushing water than anything else
Anybody can be a trash can
With all the soda and beer and broken wine bottles
Makin the outside sticky
Lemme sing this to you
While we both wash away our *****
I know I’m done letting my glass poke through the plastic
Never even realized how much it cut you
Le’me sing the song before my voice starts breakin’ again
Before my throat becomes a gutter
And my eyes become a fire
Before I wake up on the wrong side of the street again
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