This is a true story about a friend from Florida that was in a band there, I called to make sure that I could tell his story; he told me ‘without stories like (mine) music wouldn’t exist’.
My sister Christina told me to ‘write a story like they do in country music’, this was my attempt at such a direction.
If you're leaving, leave the cigarettes
You've already got the lighter and the keys
She packs her boxes, he knows that she's serious
Not by the look on her face but by the lack of rings