Текст песни False Jolene - PAINT ROCK

My little brother
He doesn't do well with death
He's been locked in his room with a sheet on his head since the moment Paw Pip left
And Mom and Dad are on meds now
And you think I should be too
But if I wanted a pane of glass between me and the world, I'd go live in a box at the zoo

And you might be wrong
And you might be right
And you're one of a kind
Til I turn out the light
And you're a distraction
And I can't see the lines on the road
So it might have been a mistake
To make out in the back of your car
But you've got a moon roof
And mistakes don't count under the stars

I'm soaking wet
I think God's tryna mess with me
He pulls me out of the pot now and then with a slotted spoon just to check on me
And you're a distraction
And I'm all worn out
But this book is empty
And I need someone you-shaped to play me pretend that there's a story around

And you might be wrong
And you might be right
But you're one of a kind
If I leave on the light
And it's two in the afternoon, but, shit, Jolene
You're a star
So we might've hit gameday traffic
On the way to Sevierville again
And though we might not have made it
I'm glad we at least made amends
Where'd it go

And you might be wrong
And you might be right
And you're one of a kind
Just don't turn out the light
False Jolene, theoretically, you're a star
So we might have pushed the car to Sewanee
And that might not be very far
And though we might not have made it, I'm glad we at least got this far
Cumberland Plateau, bring me low
We're a world apart
So take Kentucky Route Zero to your mom's house
And that's it baby; that's as good as it gets