she was going down, i was ashin' on her back
(love that girl like she was mine)
i hit back once - open-handed, no excuses
(love that girl like she was mine ...)
now the sunshine won't look me in the eye no more
but nighttime says it to my face

i was thinkin' to myself
might as well be you
got to burn back the weeds
so i burn back the weeds and cry

need her like a crack-baby, i can see her in the dark
came together so hard we broke both our hearts
now i'm whistling dixie, spittin' teeth
i can't shed this skin she's underneath

i was thinkin' to myself
it was always you
got to burn back the weeds
so i burn back the weeds and cry

she says 'why'
i'm just not a very nice guy
can't seem to say good-bye
god knows i try

she was goin' down
i was ashin' on her back