I don’t like you anymore
Frozen flowers at my door
Distant voices in my head
All the things that were not said
All we had once now is dead

I’ll just hit the gas and roll
Hope the angels save my soul
I don’t care how long you cry
It was time to end the lie
It was time to say goodbye

And my mind gets dark and out of tune
In the soft hot night at the end of June
And the car rolls south with the windows wide
And foreign voices on my radio
On my radio

I’ll just sing and drink and die
I’m a child with apple-pie
At the corners of my mouth
While the car is rolling south
While the car is rolling south

And my mind gets dark and out of tune
In the soft hot night at the end of June
And the car rolls south with the windows wide
And foreign voices on my radio
On my radio