Connecticut from Connecticut by Connecticut

Drunk in her car
He rolled down his window
Unaware of the fact that tonight's the night he'll fuck the whole thing up
Bought a $20 bottle
Of really shitty vodka 
Just give it a few more hours and you'll be out of your mind coming up

But he thought that he was home
He thought that she was home
We left him all alone
Then he turned off his phone 
He thought that he was home
So he wandered and he roamed
Thought that he was home 
No where close to

Take that train
Forget all your problems
I'll complain
And maybe then you'll solve em if you
Take that train
Leave those crooked spines behind

Just please give me the box
Just please give me a pull
We're halfway to the car
I'm fully capable
I should've taken that train
I should have followed Jess
I should have had the best of times
With a bullet in my chest

Cause I swear that I am home
I swear she'll take me home
It's just north up the road
A train will take it slow
I know that I am home
I'm slurred and stumbling on
Please tell me I'm home
I've got to just be home

Take that train
Forget all your problems
I'll complain
And maybe then you'll solve em if you
Take that train
Forget the crooked spines you've left behind

Just let me go to Connecticut
Ill take a god damn train home
Forget about my girlfriend
She can be alone
I swear I'll give up smoking
I swear that by the drinking
I swear I'll start all over
I'll save a couple lives

• Alternative
• alternative rock
• emo
• indie pop
• indie rock
• Glassboro