I know what's coming Has been coming for so long And maybe I'm tired of trying to be So strong
And maybe it's true Maybe I'll just never be that Take-home kind of girl And maybe it's true Maybe I'm just hard up for that Sundown kind of world
Sometimes I can't tell Sometimes I can't tell If it's just a slow ride to the angels who brought me baby Or a long ride to hell
Maybe it's true Maybe I'm just a loaded gun Oh what's it to you You act like I'm the only one With nothing to lose With nothing to prove And maybe it's true Yeah maybe it's true
I dreamed of you dear Covered in grief(?) Surrounded by daisy (?) for every day that we were Seventeen
And maybe it's true Maybe I'll just never be that Take-home kind of girl And maybe it's true Maybe I'm just hard up for that sun down kind of world
Sometimes I can tell Sometimes I can't tell If it's just a slow ride to the angels who brought be baby Or a long ride to hell
Maybe it's true Maybe I'm just a loaded gun Oh what's it to you You act like I'm the only one With nothing to lose With nothing to prove Yeah maybe it's true Yeah maybe it's true
I brushed your hair back Away from your eyes I've never been too good at these long Drawn out kind of goodbyes