Rest of It - Strand of Oaks

You were my car

You were my piston

Oh lord, I’m trying to get her out of the way

One’s about all I can take

If you don’t run away

You can get the rest of it

You were my cradle

You were my hoarder

Too many times I caught her

Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah)

Baby don’t run away

You can get the rest of it

Don’t

You let me get some

You were my reason

To get wasted

My looks and charms are fading

Some people say, I’ve become hallucinated

And don’t run away, you can get the rest of it

Don’t

And let me get some

Give me love, give me your thunder

Show me, leave me a little wonder

All the way, oh, I keep messing up

All the way, oh, I keep messing it up