Cheap lips, soft eyes, lost in the most blinding lights
As cold as those first nights alone
As the second best he'll [bad word] Sleep deep, girl, dream well
That night, I think he cried himself to sleep
Just maybe, he felt more than we could ever know
And I think he pulled that trigger to empty that memory
I think he cut the weight to end the floods of you
Let him soar, let him ride as budding gravestones do
Just sleep, girl, just dream well