anna_noday

A few lonely souls

A few lonely souls

Are hunting my ghosts

In a forlorn farmhouse, 

Beside your graveyard.

 

Hard to drive while I\'m

Drinking a cup of my tears, 

Shovel is in the back, 

Knives are in my back. 

My trunk is full of you - 

I\'m drunk, but I\'m trying

My best - against the odds - 

Keeping the car on the road. 

You thought it\'ll break me - 

You\'re going back to your folks - 

We argued, you said goodbye. 

But you can\'t leave me now, can you?