(Verse 1) I poured my last good feeling in a rusted Ford, Been runnin’ from myself since you slammed that door. Every backroad’s got your name carved in, Every memory’s soaked in Original Sin. (Chorus) Feels like whiskey in the gas tank, Burnin’ through me hotter than a heart can take. Engine knockin’, but it still won’t break, Just like me, baby — I bend but never shake. (Verse 2) Half-lit signs callin’ me inside, But the booth stays empty on your side. Your ghost keeps pourin’ shots in my mind, Spillin’ reasons why you ain't mine. (Bridge) Slide guitar cryin’ in the desert air, 808s thumpin’ like a truth laid bare.
