I used to meet you once my dad was in bed
In your room at the motel down by I-10
You've been there since I met you, you still haven't left yet
It's as good of a home in this town that you can get
We'd go out to the bar, get fucked up till my makeup smeared
Then come back, do whatever we wanted, 'cause God can't see us here
We would climb to the rooftop, dance naked, and talk about jumping off
Then climb down, let you do what you want to me, don't stop

I woke up on that Sunday to news that they got you
We both knew it would end on the day that they caught you (Ah-ah)
You shot yourself in the head as they battered your door through
Highway Killer, babe, that's what they called you

I skipped town, I don't wanna be seen
If they come around asking questions to my family
About why there's all these traces of me
On your dirty motel sheets
I'm sorry, baby
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Please don't hate me

If I had never met you, I would graduate next week
If I had never met you, I never would have seen the bodies by the creek
If I had never met you, I'd never know how bad a corpse stinks
But now you're gone, and the light's back on at the motel reading Vacancy