Does my heart squeak when you squeeze it?
You seem to think of it as a toy
The way you came in like a train and ran me off of my own track

I actually felt something for the first time in my life
And for what?
Only to have the pain return and hide back inside my cave?

What were you thinking?
Is it fun for you, my clown?
To drive through meeting pretty girls and breaking hearts in every town?
I can't understand any of this ****
But I'm tired of the game and I'm ready to quit
I'm ready to blow and my wick has been lit

Don't say a word, my darlin'
I hope you cry
Someday when you can see the tears
you placed into my eyes

I'm off the wagon
Busted wheels threw me over
Sending me down a gravel driveway with no way to stop rollin'
I'll land somewhere new, soon enough
And I'll plant my flag in the ground
in attempt to claim my place
in someone's little town