She runs away
With nothing to say
Shoes in her hands
Is salvation coming near?
Her hair's a mess
And look at that dress
Can't help to say
She's got the pills to make it better
Maybe she needs therapy
Or maybe she just don't need me
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands
Slit your wrist and try again
Mom is gone, daddy's away
Sometimes there's things to say
Doesn't want to hold my hand
Never call it home again
Down by the liquor store
At the corner if she wants more
Take you places far away
Replace the words that you can't say
Home is where the heartache is
Empty bottles, fucked up kids
Looking for that other place
Somethings you just can't erase
Left for dead one Saturday
Took the plunge and drove away
Close your eyes, try to forget
Home is where the heartache is
Maybe she needs therapy
Or maybe she just don't need me
Drinkin', drivin', one night stands
Slit your wrist and try again
Home is where the heartache is

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