You were my car You were my piston Oh lord, I'm trying to get her out of the way One's about all I can take If you don't run away You can get the rest of it You were my cradle You were my hoarder Too many times I caught her Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah) Baby don't run away You can get the rest of it Don't [?] You let me get some [rest?] You were my reason To get wasted My looks and charms are fading Some people say, I've become ? And don't run away, you can get the rest of it Don't [?] And let me get some [rest?] Give me love, give me your thunder Show me [ride?], leave me a little wonder All the way, oh, I keep messing up All the way, oh, I keep messing it up