Second Story Bedroom Window (In Your Mother's Volvo)

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