Sitting alone in the back of a truck
where I found her sinking her head
I'm finding I don't have the stomach to leave
I'm finding I don't have the balls to get up and go
A full tank and a bottle of scotch
I swear I don't belong with the ghost upstairs
But when the decoy sputters and stops on the bridge
I turn around and start to drive home
She holds the gun to my head
And then she asks me
"What do I do next?"
But darling, I don't know.
She pulls the trigger back
"You'd better tell me"
I sigh and take a breath,
"Darling please go home."
"You'll be alright", she said, "Don't panic."
"Don't let it get to your head,
We've got a long ways to go."
Seven raindrops on her forehead
I count them falling one by one
And when she kissed me on the forehead
I heard a gunshot and down she goes.
