Roadside Graves

I followed the American dream into a dark alley
Where outlaws with crowbars were waiting in the shadows for me
They beat me red white and blue
Left me disillusioned and destitute

The bathroom door is still broken
From the night I came home with
Salt in my blood and whiskey on my tongue
Pink slipped on the first of the month
You slammed the door, said you blamed me for
The mess that we were in
We sat on either side of a broken hinge
Just you and I and that ugly horizon

Broken promises litter the steps that once stretched on and on
I defaulted on us, glitter to dust, ‘til all the good we knew was gone

I never knew what I wanted
Except for you and the wind in my hair
Now those blue eyes are haunted
And ash is in the air