3/13

Well, it's been three days of runnin' round
Closin' every bar in Oklahoma down
And I promised I'd reach out before the show
But the truth is I'm too drunk to even know

When that neon turns off, I'll go to my car
And I'll lie to myself, the drive, it ain't that far
Hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me after all
Oh, I'm sorry you're my last call

Now there's blood on the windshield
And there's credit cards on the floor
And I'm crawlin' out the window of my
Passenger side door

Your picture's on the dashboard
And that's the only thing I saw
You were always first to catch me when I fall
Yeah, I'm sorry you're my last call

Now I'm lookin' at the ditch line, at the
Hell that I created
Like God looked down on the world the day
He made it

Now there's blood on the windshield
And there's credit cards on the floor
And I'm crawlin' out the window of my
Passenger side door

And your picture's on the dashboard
And that's the only thing I saw
You were always the first to catch me when I fall
Yeah, I'm sorry you're my last call

Yeah, I'm sorry you're my last call
Oh yeah, I'm sorry you're my last call



Credits
Writer(s): Wyatt Flores, Isaac Gibson
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