Butch Walker Follow

Seven hours till the moon sleeps
I lose my mind as I drive away
Your cigarettes are in the back seat
I can't bring myself to throw away

All of the film from the camera that took
All the pictures of the images in my mind

So I'll drive a straight line, right across the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
Then you won't have to feel torn

Pass the churches filled with guilted faith
They send there hangovers from last night
It won't do me any good to pray
'Cause even God knows that you were right

And I was wrong, oh, yeah, it kills me
My kid will never know me with another man by his side

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone

So I'll drive a straight line when I cross the state line
Out until the ocean, in a moment I'll be gone
You won't have to feel torn, have to feel torn

Thinking of you with my last breath