She’s the Past

She’s a trash bag lying in his pickup truck… she’s the past, she’s the past
She’s the bedroom wall that he busted up… she’s the past, she’s the past

She’s the mattress on the curb, the fight nobody heard, the story he’s been telling everyone
She’s the paint that’s peeling, and the stain on ceiling that looks like it might be blood

She’s the call her mama didn’t get that day… she’s the past, she’s the past
She wanted her to know she was running away… she’s the past, she’s the past

Now she’s the shovel in his trunk, the trip to the dump and the way he’s gotten good at looking sad
She’s the neighbor asking why the cops came by, she’s the reason that he got so mad

She’s the past… she’s the headlight coming down his street tonight
so she can see what used to be her life…
she’s the past

She’s a cotton candy cloud hanging over his head… hmmmm… she’s the past
She’s the smell of her skin all over his bed… hmmmm… she’s the past

He put his hands on her throat, and the last thing she wrote was he’s got me in his truck right now
Her mama prays they find her someday, but she’s God knows where in the ground

She’s the past… she’s a midnight wind following him
saying where… tell ‘em where, come on man, tell ‘em where I am

He rides his Harley in the hills sometimes… hmmmmm
And I know what he sees when he closes his eyes

She’s the past… she’s the headlight coming down his street tonight
so she can see what used to be her life
She’s the past… she’s a midnight wind following him
saying where… tell ’em where, come on man, tell ‘em where I am

She’s the past… she’s the past…

@Ben Mason 2019