It’s not that I never did tell you It’s more that should’ve just known That once you break it you’ve bought it And once you’ve bought it it’s breakable
In town at the bar there’s a calendar From nineteen thirty three That’s been hanging there for decades Since sobriety lost to reality
Sometimes I sit in the corner And invent stories and all of them crimes Of pretty girls kidnapped by radicals That fall in love with them after a time
Well It’s not that I never did tell you It’s more that should’ve just known That once you break it you’ve bought it And once you’ve bought it it’s breakable
At the edge of town where the street lights drown And the highway melts into the dark I built me a shack with a porch out the back Where I sit and shoot bottles like question marks
Sometimes you wonder at yourself And how it is you’re still alive And done all them things you never thought Like kissing ass and calling it compromise
In town at the bar there’s an exit That leads back to something before Pretty girls were kidnapped by radicals That took from them all that they stood for
Well it’s not that I never did tell you It’s more that you never did know That once you break it you’ve bought it And once you’ve bought it it’s breakable