“even in these fields at night the moon still looks like you
the liquor and cigarettes just help make everything foggy.
and goddamnit sweetheart i know i was never your boy
i know i was never your pride and joy
i was your pretty face to wear out, while you were dressed up, and fucked up.

but i was looking through that box of your shit i keep, and i guess i can’t find it so,

i figured i’d ask you

have you seen that broken heart of mine? i’m pretty sure i left it with you last i remember. but if you never give it back, i’ll feel like less shit knowing you still keep a bit of you with me. and maybe you won’t feed it to that new dog you got.”