State the obvious, I’m stuck in my room On the floor, knees pulled in Staring at the moon You’re already gone that echo feels rough Left me with your dust and dents Saying love was enough I hate that stupid old pickup truck You never let me drive, you never gave a fuck (oh no) Your excuses stack up, rusted, rough Like junkyard scrap when they crush it up Promises you made, a faded map Edges all burned, lines turned to gaps Every turn you took drove off the path I'm packing my dreams in the back of a cab Your boots by the door, still stained with the creek But your name on my phone Hasn’t lit up all week Momma says, “baby. He ain’t worth the dust” So I’m folding up my T-shirts, leaving you in the rust You’ll spin that same old story at some small-town bar Say I was crazy, controlling While you stalled out in park But I’ve got this meter running, city lights ahead Your ghost’s in my rearview but you’re already dead I hate that stupid old pickup truck You never let me drive, you never gave a fuck (oh no) Your excuses stack up, rusted, rough Like junkyard scrap when they crush it up Promises you made, a faded map Edges all burned, lines turned to gaps Every turn you took drove off the path I'm packing my dreams in the back of a cab
