You climbed out of
Your second story bedroom window
Sucked in the springtime air
Slipped the key into
Your mom’s Volvo
You said you’d meet him there
The street was wet, the streetlights yellow
He could only hear your voice as if it were an echo
Sure as hell, he wanted you to end it
Too scared, he couldn’t do it
In your mother’s Volvo
In your mother’s Volvo
In your mother’s Volvo
You couldn’t help
But blame yourself
You hadn’t seen the signs
Drive home listening
To acoustic love songs
Decide you’re better off
The street was wet, the streetlights yellow
He could only hear your voice as if it were an echo
Sure as hell, he wanted you to end it
Too scared, he couldn’t do it
The end was nearing
You knew he’d stopped caring
But the scars left behind
Always will stick in your mind
In your mother’s Volvo
In your mother’s Volvo
In your mother’s Volvo
In your mother’s Volvo
