Blackhole/Joyride - Kyle Craft

Well, I heard they strung you out on a midnight line

I heard about it when you cracked

And I see you found yourself a new set of lies

Where do you go to hear a thing like that?

And you found that farewell note

Your footsteps dancin' toward the door

In the fine print of the words she wrote

You can’t find a pattern anymore

And now daylight burns your eyes

And your girl’s long gone, forever and ever

You wonder what it’s like?

Well it’s hell 'round here, but it’s my kind of weather

And oh!

To be free!

It gets old, like anything, anything

And boy!

You don’t see

What hurts worse than falling out

Is falling back in when she leaves

Leaves

So jump a black hole

Take a joyride

Scratch the 8-ball

Wet it all night

But don’t shut the door before

Well, I cut your corner, catchin' you right on time

You know I like to hang around

But the party turns into a firin' line

Every time I show my face in town

Now I can’t give it all, you know

Feel free to show me to the door

I offered you my bad advice

I offered, but you wanted more

Now the limelight burns your eyes

And the girl you loved’s gone forever and ever

You wonder what it’s like?

Well it’s hell 'round here, man, it don’t get much better

But oh!

To be free!

It gets old, like anything, anything

Boy!

You don’t see

What hurts worse than falling out

Is falling back in when she leaves

Leaves

Leaves

So jump a black hole

Take a joyride

Scratch the 8-ball

Wet it all night

But don’t shut the door before