well you know i used to love you but now i don t think i can and it ain t you it s just that feeling s more than i can stand i guess 9 or 10 years of failure will do that to a man i hope you understand we were 18 years of anger bitter as the cold and baby we knew emptiness like a panhandle road we d pretend that we were dying trying to survive and make it through those high school nights alive remember the prom kings and queens praised from afar and how the lights inside the high school made them look like movie stars well you were the queen of my condition i was the king of the ignored you talked just like east texas looked like an angel from the lord i thought we d bust out of broken arrow holding hands on our way to hell you always did have me under your spell and all those pretty girls who looked like movie stars they look pretty ordinary 28 years old checking out at walmart with babies in their arms
['alternative country', 'deep new americana', 'new americana', 'ok indie', 'roots americana', 'tulsa indie']