Interstate Love Song

Wake them on a Sunday afternoon For what I read between the lines

Your lies Feel 'em like a hand raised to shame

So do you love her, don't you cry, reply

Leaving on a salted train only yesterday

Your life promises what I seem to be

Honey, what's the time?

Goodbye, I love this thing you say to me

Breathing is a hard thing to do

With all I say that they love this

And therefore you should lie

Goodbye, I'm leaving on a softer train, only yesterday

Your love promises, when I seem to be, only once a time

Goodbye, all I'm just finna say to you