Standing in line at the filling station
Love the smell of the gas just waiting
I know I shouldn’t breathe it in
But I do anyway

See the lights now that
I’m headed to the city
Drifting in thrift stores I see
Something pretty
I see jacket I’d wear ’til I gave it to you
I’m not your lover anymore

Lilac and dogwood in the summer air
Kentucky grass wishing you were there
With your hand on my knee
Put your head on my shoulder
Where you want it to be
I’m not your lover anymore

You shake my spine until you sublimate it
Pour the wine ‘til I can’t separate it
From my brain
You’re a sign on the highway covered in the rain
I’m not your lover anymore