It’s the End of Love, Jason Molina.

Turned around like a hand me down
From her shoulders frayed yellow sun dress hanging loose
Sandals worn red ribbons torn
The LP skips the minor key half step too soon
Rusted strings and unlocked chords
Ragged vocals rent and sore
Play that song alone here at the End of Love

Barroom blue neon chill
Empty glasses left to fill
Face cold drawn not old but filled with lines
Stacked up shots and beers
Create trails of tears
But by the end of the night they're cross aligned
Whiskey and wine fuel the fight
As the bedpost sways all night
Everyone's on the ride at the End of Love

You threw the chain, burned what remained
Spread the ashes cross the open empty fields
Never seem to learn
Run then return
Loose your arrow, draw your sword then raise the shield
If your armor cannot hide
The bleeding hearts and broken pride
Everyone chooses sides at the End of Love

Lipstick smeared
Scratched back a souvenir
Knotted sheets red high heels lie on the floor
Cellphone rings
Pick up my things
Half hearted sorries as I stumble out the door
With my hand on your ass
How many sins will you let pass
C'mon let's raise a glass to the End of Love

It's a lonely ride
Sharp edges and critical asides
With a suitcase packed and heading down the stairs
If you bends yeah but you can't break
If it's all too much for you to take
Pull your coat tight and step out into the cold dark air
Was just living too much to ask
Was being you an impossible task
You raised a flask and walked out to the End of Love