Twisted Blues by Sugapablo

We drive down the highway, neither said a word
Radio station, tryin' to be heard
Probably wouldn't bother had it known what just occurred

I dropped you off around seven, I came back around four
And can't you see that I'm breakin', I've been broke before
Let me in now, let me in open up this door

If you don't think I love you, you can go to hell
And don't try to lie to me, I can always tell
If this match don't convince you, then I wish you well

Stuck around for a minute or two to watch your house burn
Then I turned and I walked away, never to return
Thought I heard you scream for me, will you ever learn?

Blood is on your hands
Blood is on your hands there little boy
Blood is on your hands
This is not a dream
No river's water will ever clean
You've thrown it all away
This is not the way
This is not the way

Then I got back in my car and I drove away
One more look in my mirror, just to see the blaze
Tell me girl are you thinkin' of me, as you slip away

I drove down the highway feelin' as free as a bird
Radio station, tryin' to be heard
Probably wouldn't bother had it known what just occurred

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