I always know when she’s drinking to forget
Her breath stained with regret
White wine trash TV shows
I always know when she passes out
Her lungs catch heavy and loud
Tuck the blanket under her chin
Put her to bed and then
I go driving
To the dusty side of town
I go driving
Past the factories shuttered down
And I keep telling myself
Gonna get out of this house
But I always
Turn the car around
Turn the car around
I never know what version of him
I’ll get when I walk in
Counting steps on the hardwood floors
My stomach twists the kitchen buzzes hot
As he yells about the things I’m not
Crashing like the pots and pans
Grab my keys again
I go driving
To where the roads runs out
I go driving
Underneath the midnight clouds
And I don’t know if I’m ever
Gonna get out of this house
Cause I always
Turn the car around
Turn the car around
Turn the car around
