This is gonna be a bit
Rough
Tear stained mess
Cryin' in my arms again
But she finally left it behind
Smoking gun
In the boxes with all of her stuff
And a thousand warning signs
She was lookin' for silver linings in a blown up mine
She left with grace, but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands, but you had it comin'
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
(I just might spend the night in jail)
There's no saving face
Just sleepin' in the bed that you made
And your talk's too cheap this time
She was lookin' for silver linings in a blown up mine
She left with grace, but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands, but you had it comin'
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
I might just spend the night in jail
We don't make excuses for mediocre men
I promise that it's not her fault if they find him dead
I'm just kidding, ha-ha (oh!)
But if I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands, but you had it comin'
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street, you better start runnin'
Or I might just spend the night in jail
I might just spend the (night in jail)
(Ha-ha)