Tired of Running

A bunch of airplane bottles in a paper sack
On the hood of my car, lying on my back
Thinkin' bout all those things that I never got right
First thing’s first, I’m gonna twist the cap
Lift it to the stars and tip one back
Yeah I’m gonna give you one last night of…
Holdin' me back, holdin' me under
Second-guessin', makin' me wonder
Where we went wrong
Well, it’s time for me to move on
There ain’t enough miles, ain’t enough days
It’s just something that I gotta face so
Go ahead, and keep that hurtin' coming
Cuz I’m tired of running
Remember all those things that we called ours?
I hope that you don’t mind, they’re in the back of my car
And whatever don’t burn, I’ll just leave what’s…
Finally, your memories are keeping me warm
But after tonight, babe, they’ll be no more…