I'd write you a love song
But I don't know how that feels
Tonight I am numb from a cocktail of pills
I hallucinate
Think I'm touching your skin
I'd much rather die than think of the bed that you're in
And the street lights, they might as well burn on out
Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this
God-forsaken town
You were right and you left and I'm wondering what
The hell I should do
I'd seen it all, or so I thought
Until I met you
We didn't get our books
In bed every night
Or dance in the kitchen
Drunk off of some shitty wine
I didn't get that ring there on my hand
I didn't get your name in ink all over my skin
And the street lights, they might as well burn on out
Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this
God-forsaken town
You were right and you left and I'm wondering what
The hell I should do
I'd seen it all, or so I thought
Until I met you
Now I ain't tryna ask you to save me
Even I don't like who I've been lately
And I'm well aware that I might not ever find glory
But like Hemingway and Hadley
It's not the end of our story
I sit here tonight
Alone with my thoughts
Alone with my sins
And the things that I've bought
I told you I have loved you the night that we met
I felt it back then and it ain't left me yet
And the street lights, they might as well burn on out
Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this
God-forsaken town
You were right and you left and I'm wondering what
The hell I should do
I'd seen it all, or so I thought
Until I met you
I'd seen it all
Or so I thought
Until I lost you