Like the Moon

She burned out of that driveway
Tore down the highway
Never even tapped them brakes
I swear I even saw that pretty middle finger
Giving me a goodbye wave

And oh woah, man it hurts like hell
And oh woah, damn I did it to myself

Down goes the sun
Up goes the whiskey
Goin' round for round
With the "She ain't ever comin' back" that just hits me
I'm gonna need to drown
That gravel slingin' from the good years
Sitting on the front porch watching her leave
Just like the moon, hangin' high in the sky
That girl, she's over me
Oh woah that girl, she's over me

Bottom of the bottle,
middle of a good drunk
Top twisting off the next
Working on a "Baby, pull a 180
Let's talk it out, turn around" text

Down goes the sun
Up goes the whiskey
Goin' round for round
With the "She ain't ever comin' back" that just hits me
I'm gonna need to drown
That gravel slingin' from the good years
Sitting on the front porch watching her leave
Just like the moon, hangin' high in the sky
That girl, she's over me
Oh woah that girl, she's over me

Guess I'm gonna have to get used to this lonely ...alright
And tomorrow night, damn right you'll know where to find me
About this time

Down goes the sun
Up goes the whiskey
Goin' round for round
With the "She ain't ever comin' back" that just hits me
I'm gonna need to drown
That gravel slingin' from the good years
Sitting on the front porch watching her leave
Just like the moon, hangin' high in the sky
That girl, she's over me
Oh woah that girl, she's over me

Oh woah that girl, she's over me



Credits
Writer(s): William Blake Bollinger, Benjamin Merritt Stennis, Moises Padilla, Sam Hayes, Josh Graming, Adam Smithwick
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