He said, "It felt like the end of the world. To watch her walk away". Anyone could've seen there's nothing he. Could've done just to make her stay. . Smoking the remains of last night's cigarette.
Out here it's 95 degrees in the shade. There's nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made. I'll be the last one standing, I'm not afraid. Of tripping over myself, worrying 'bout the things they said.