You were my car
You were my piston
Oh lord, I'm trying to get her out of the way
One's about all I can take
If you don't run away
You can get the rest of it
You were my cradle
You were my hoarder
Too many times I caught her
Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah)
Baby, don't run away
You can get the rest of it
Don't
You let me get some
You were my reason
To get wasted
My looks and charms are fading
Some people say, I've become hallucinated
And don't run away, you can get the rest of it
Don't
And let me get some
Give me love, give me your thunder
Show me , leave me a little wonder
All the way, oh, I keep messing up
All the way, oh, I keep messing it up