A Song For Patsy Cline

My airbag light's been on for weeks
And I keep having dreams
Where I go through the windshield but I don't fix it
Patsy Cline came and sang to me
She told everybody
That she knew she would die soon before she did

I hear you cry on Faded Love
The air in August here's heavy with salt and smoke and stings my lungs

My airbag light's been on for weeks
And I can feel it mock me
It's bittersweet, like laughter through crooked teeth
I wanna move so far from everything
That they can hear my heart beat
And then break as I lay dying in the street

They'll think the ice cracked at the lake
They'll think a tire blew out and a car crashed on the interstate

It's hard to watch you walk away
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday
It's hard to watch you walk away
(It's hard to watch you walk away)
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh

So when my vocal chords rip
So when my knees give in
So when I bury all of this
Who's gonna give a shit
If I'm breathing?

It's hard to watch you walk away
These aren't the vultures that were circling just yesterday
It's hard to watch you walk away
(It's hard to watch you walk away)
They're picking at bones, at what's left of your misery

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
My airbag light's been on for weeks
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
My airbag light's been on for weeks