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Every Thing Changes

I drove back to Norfolk fully intending
To tell her my mind I was tired of pretending
Something I never was or ever could be
I was sick of that way she kept looking at me
She's pregnant and pissed and telling me why
She's drinking beer and smoking said she couldn't stop
I was never really sure she said I was the father
She could have been lying so I didn't bother

Chorus: People fall into patterns of deceit
Life's like an accident waiting to happen
A package tied up with ribbons so neat
I don't think so the crowd's stomping and clapping
Now everyone needs everyone uses
Everything changes everyone chooses
And everything comes to a head
Everything comes to a head

Now Brent he's back from the navy or jail
Or somewhere sometimes it's hard to tell
She's leaning up against him talking 'bout back when
They was hot for each other it could be that way again
She's all up in his ear making it clear
They're shooting the whiskey chasing it beer
I love him she shouts out I never did love you
I tell her hell that's what I been waiting to hear

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And the band starts the second or the third set I forget
An old friend comes in we go out blow a number
Later on the band's cranking she's all over the place
Way she always was up in my face
And goddamn this old world and the way that it is
The music's just ugly and pounding and loud
She wants to know why it turned out this way
But I don't know so I don't say

And she's out there dancing so alone and above
Them all she don't care she's so crazy and wild
Way she was I first met her I think that's what I used to love
She was younger and free and had her own style
Now Brent's back from the dead a thick tongue in his head
I'm gonna kick your ass he slips as he slurs
Like you really could I'm thinking laughing to myself
Cause tonight he ain't my problem he's hers

And I swallow a bottle burns all the way down
Got a rage needs a stage but what would it matter
Nothing at all I know that now
Throw that bottle just past his head
Against the wall to hear it shatter

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