Dust My Broom

I've got to get going get gone
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
I've get going get gone
Because I only know the sad songs

I build all my bridges out of kerosene and matchsticks
Talking with a cigarette hanging out my lips
Pistons in my heart fire through the cold
I feel more like a stranger every time I come home
Criss cross country roads in the same boots
X's on the map for every night you ain't stay true
Exes never change exes only change you
I'm 30,000 feet just to see you ain't an angel
Dust my broom in the K10
Always tripping off of the mistakes I ain't make yet
Boundaries that I can't ever maintain
Like lines in the road waiting until they break
I was burning down Chicago every time we broke up
Asked her to marry me and left before she woke up
Maybe that was my only chance at happiness
Didn't take the shot
If I did I would probably miss
Wake up handcuffed to the second best version of myself
In a box car headed off a cliff
Shoveling regrets in the engine tenderness
Wonder if I ruin twice as much every time the tracks split
Just a ghost telling stories that I never lived
Still running from every inch of my skin you ever kissed
Mariesa still got me vexed
Reading old texts like I'll crack the code to happiness

I've got to get going get gone
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
I've got to get going get gone
Because I only know the sad songs
I've got to get going get gone
Because I only know the words to the sad songs
I've got to get going get gone
But no matter where you go there you are