She's mad,
she's leaving,
she's had enough of me,
blah blah blah.
She's hot,
she's steaming,
she's packing up and she's gone gone gone.
Was that white cloud from her tailpipes
or them firestorms kicking up dust?
Felt like a good time to kick back and fire one up.
Couldn't see which way she went or which way I went wrong.
Couldn't see why she left so early or why she stayed so long.
There was something burning my eyes,
turning my head to stone.
I bet it would have hurt to watch her go.
It's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.
This band,
they keep playing these goodbye songs like la la la.
This fog,
this haze got me turning my giver damn on and off.
Right now she ain't far away from that Alabama line.
But I'm just one puff away from a brand new state of mind.
I couldn't see which way she went or which way I went wrong.
I couldn't see why she left so early or why she stayed so long.
There was something burning my eyes and turning my head to stone.
I bet it would have hurt to watch her go.
Well,
it's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.
There was something burning my eyes,
turning my head to stone.
I bet it would have hurt to watch her go.
It's a good thing I can't see through all this smoke.