This town, used to be a pretty place to stay,
A place you'd stop off from the highway,
But all of those things,
Changed on the day, you packed up your bags and you ran away,
ALl they say, is how you've changed,
Everyday, I stay the same, so you can keep the necklace That I gave to you,
I'll keep the shitty tattoos,
I can see it from the other side the grass is in a way as green,
And the house is burned to ashes,
I'm no longer in between,
R.I.P, R.I.P,you, and, me.
I count, the empty bottles upon the bar,
I can see it from the other side the grass is in a way as green,
And the house is burned to ashes,
I'm no longer in between,
R.I.P, R.I.P,you, and, me.
In the back of the car,