Pete McDonald: Music

What’s left at the end of this?
Did you know from the very first kiss,
That you’d get back in your car and put it into reverse?
I don’t know which would be worse,

Your innocence or a knowing plan
To win my heart and lose the man
Whose resistance you broke down with just a smile
And your devastating style.

I’ve lost my way again.
You’ve become my only friend
Got too many questions, and the only answer is you.
And you just can’t be true.

In your garden of birdhouse gourds
I laced the night with minor chords,
Tried to pull them tight like a corset to your heart
And it tore me apart

And I can’t control the way I grieve,
The way you laugh and then you leave.
Under the cover of ad libs and joking
You never knew my heart was broken.

I’ve lost my way again.
You’ve become my only friend
Got too many questions, and the only answer is you.
And you just can’t be true.

It can’t be true
you’re gone for good
You’re haunting my old neighborhood
Nobody wants to say the word
Pass on the rumors that they’ve heard.

Your nightgown hanging by my bed
The wallpaper in my head
A thousand pictures of your sunny face
And your body’s grace

Drive by your house but you’re not there.
In my hairbrush, a single hair.
How can something so slender cause such a painful bruise?
Blonde bringing on the blues

I’ve lost my way again.
You’ve become my only friend
Got too many questions, and the only answer is you.
And you just can’t be true.