Main Street.

Met in ghost town, picked up some kind of stained blue jacket

Wore it too many times just to say goodbye

Bought a one-way ticket, felt like I paid the price

Oh so classic, do you think of me sometimes

Is that a crime?

Killed my spirit with your drunken lies

Can't be your savior complex every time

Not this time

Did you ever get what you wanted?

Drove down Main Street

Look through the old apartment

It was empty

Packed in boxes stained with your red wine

Oh so classic, raise a glass to our lives

That's out of line

Killed my spirit with your drunken lies

Can't be your savior complex every time

Not this time