She said “Dear Old Mickey, we’re through”
You throwing those sucker punches
Me I am always cleaning up the front of you
She doesn’t care much for his platitudes
Or the pause in his circus walk or how he only listens when he’s in the mood
Brittle Bones with a sideways smile
For the love of her life
She puts up even when she’s tired
For the love of her life
All those switchback roads
And dirty diner nights
He’s in a blue black bar room
Picking fights while she bites her lip and bides her time
Never flown in an airplane doesn’t own any new shoes
Mickey’s taken the best of her
He’s winding her down making her feel less than used
CHORUS
He’s angry like a twister made flat that town
He’s a bully and a pimp on sinking ground
He’s keeping up the offenses just to keep the voices down
Why don’t you keep it down