These places filled with broken smiles and cheap whiskey. As we choke down the sad stories begging to be told, she holds up the end of the tattered bar where life left her.
Self made is what I am she said, thats why she is unbothered by the sadness that fills the atmosphere around her.
Feelings fly by like stray rain on a highway, and she is the car. Shes dealt with all this before and doesnt want to get wet.
She says she is not good enough for this world, so stays here where it hurts no more. In this place filled with broken smiles and cheap whiskey.