[Verse 1]
Sitting in this bar
Watching it get dark
Some Wall Street douche bag
Puts 5 dollars in the jukebox
“Brooklyn take it” I feel the sting
For Christ sake I need another drink
As memories flood back
Goddamn the timing
[Chorus 1]
She was an Avett Brothers fan
So I hate that fucking band
I wish she’d go back to Carolina and just stay there
I kinda miss being her man
Not the way she turned and ran
When we found out I was the reason
We were childless
[Verse 2]
Driving this road alone
Maybe I’ll call her on the phone
Use words to make her cry
To help my grieving
I bеt that she’s with him
Starting to try again
It makes me sick
I’m dry hеaving
[Chorus 2]
She was an Avett Brothers fan
So I hate that goddamn band
I wish she’d go back to Carolina and just stay there
I kinda miss being her man
Not the way she turned and ran
When we found out I was the reason
We were childless
[Chorus 3]
She was an Avett Brothers fan
And I hate that fucking band
I wish she’d go back to Carolina and just stay there
I kinda miss being her man
Not the way she turned and ran
When we found out I was the reason
We were childless