Broken, Busted, Bloody

Sitting in a mustang she does a line of cocaine Not thinking about the future, just thinking about the past The letter says invited and we would be delighted to throw back a few with you Tonight it's on Baby's gone Well she's been spending all her time just thinking about the love she lost many years ago But she aught to know that she can pass the next eight bars and find nothing but booze and pain and heartache on the way Got a broken car with a busted wheel, got a bloody hand that won't heal That's my best excuse Well I didn't say I'm past that point of caring about you anymore But something's got to give If you're going to live up to the good times that you promised me I know that I'm not going to be around for very long I get tired of sitting on this barstool thinking about you