Текст песни
I’m that crime scene queen in the back of the car
Writing out sins on the fogged-up glass
Heart like a cell with a rusted bar
Can’t break out, just pacing fast
Dark thoughts dance in a straight white line
Every night tastes like the last offense
If regret is a drug then I’m doing time
Every breath feels like a life sentence
Tires spun out by the docks
Boot prints, secrets in the rocks
He said “run” with a split knuckle grin
Now he’s chalk on the ground where we’d sin
Public defender, plastic pen
Says I’ll be free, he don’t know me then
I keep a list of the things I broke
Names, bones, trust, and a silver oak
I’m that crime scene queen in the back of the car
Writing out sins on the fogged-up glass
Heart like a cell with a rusted bar
Can’t break out, just pacing fast
Dark thoughts dance in a straight white line
Every night tastes like the last offense
If regret is a drug then I’m doing time
Every breath feels like a life sentence
