The Last Time
I read your messages
I must have been fifteen
Old enough to know
Just what I had seen
I know where you keep your letters
And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun
I don't want to have to kill you
I don't want to have to kill anyone
It's happened all along
It's gonna happen more
She never had the strength
To keep driving past the store
I know where you keep your letters
And I know where you keep the bullets to your gun
I don't want to have to kill you
I don't want to have to kill anyone
That night
Underneath the porch light
I was the last to see her
There were tears in her eyes
The next day
She was well on her way
They had to ask why she left
I had to tell your lies
The last time