Choking on the words that I thought would make things better,
But now kerosene soaked love letters are all that’s left of me and you.
Choking on the words that I thought would make things better,
But now kerosene soaked love letters are left of me and you.

This is the last time I scream your name,
This is the last time they'll see your face.

Choking on the words that I thought would make you mine,
Instead I'll drive into the night,
Letting my gas gauge be my guide.

This is the last time I scream your name,
This is the last time I'll see your face.

Take my hand, and I'll lead you to safety.

Look at what a mess I've made,
Of your long red hair, and his stylish looks

Look at what I've done