Traffic maps and buried lights behind me
At the house, at the grave you dug for me
Glass window pouring down into a soul
You were there, don't you remember?
I can't keep holding my fate
It's why I'm giving it back to the state
And what was shame made for
It's why you showed me out my own front door
Dirty roads
I owe nothing to ya
Dirty roads are better than this true love
Marry up, feel the earth's cold ditches
Lay down, feel the earth's cold riches