I Owe Her an Apology

Grab my car keys we’re gonna hit the pavement,

gonna find a fair headed girl with brown eyes,

a temper the size of a bold face lie, monsters in her hair

doesn’t matter cause she doesn’t care about my pair.

She’s got a gun, sun at her back we’re both dead,

doesn’t matter now cause I’m old, bold, and dead.

You? You’re just part of me, the dumb part. Grab those keys.