Graffti on the overpass. Skidmarks on the road. Things I grew up doing. I never did out grow. In the middle of those running years. She walked into my life.
My heart is spent. My pride bent. Her love is gone and who knows where it went. And everyday is one more day. Little steps that I can barley take. They say falling out of love's.
Tommy found his daddy's gun. And Joey had never seen one. Real cowboy all dressed up. As he held it in his hand. Said, "You be good and I'll be bad". Then he pulled the trigger back.
Leave me lonely. Just don't keep me hangin' on. These sleepless nights might kill me. But what don't break me will make me strong. . Enough to get past, the past in front of me.
Lipstick impressions on my white collar shirt. Number on a matchbook so I'll get a hold of her. Ohh that's all the proof I need. I can smell her perfume on my passenger seat.