Touch down in Suffolk County
Joy was an anxious flyer
Bout twenty years before her mama even thought to retire
And she never suffered
Always had a good roof to live under
But she forgot she had it made
She cursed each freckle on her face
And let a good thing go to waste
I didn't mean to kill joy
She never got to make it
I didn't mean to kill joy
But she just got a little taste of freedom
I didn't mean to kill joy
Now she's playing songs at the local bar
Begging for pennies in her mason jar
To see a better day
And she's too damn for what they pay her
She's got blood stains her beat up taylor
But she blew them all away
I can't give an honest review
Theres not one thing I know how to do
But I know there's power
In twenty two
I didn't mean to kill joy
She never got to make it
I didn't mean to kill joy
But she just got a little taste of freedom
I didn't mean to kill joy
I've never been this far before
I'll never be this far behind again
I've never been this far before
I'll never be this far behind again
I didn't mean to kill joy
She never got the make it
I didn't mean to kill joy
But sometimes I still see her in the mirror
I didn't mean to kill joy
Oooo
