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AR-107

I drove home alone
another winding backroad
107 getting longer everyday

I should have known
it always comes back to this
who's boot cuff was in your truck anyway?

I saw the signs a thousand times
promised a thousand years
and maybe my own life

you made such a fool of me
I just couldn't believe
I gave you everything

I still have a thousand letters kept safe in a box
pieces of you I'll keep forever and she will not
another bruise on my skin
can't find a way out of the state I'm in

that man is gone
his tomb embedded in my heart
thanks to you
I'm making a corrupted start

A thousand lies
I cried and begged my heart not to beat
a thousand nights
so hollow that I just can't fall asleep

you'll never be mine
and all I want to do is lose my memory
a thousand years
you promised but it never meant anything

it fades to grey
I watch your fingers
as you reach to trace her face
I can't look away
trapped inside an endless
nightmare when I'm awake
I can't escape