the sound of an empty promise
echoes like a penny in a steel bucket
reverberate clangs mocking me
"you trusted us but we got you again!"

the devil on my shoulder says "leave, save yourself"
and for once I think the angel may have just chosen to wear red today
because the devil's at the bar ordering another round

that song that made me love you said, "it's hard to say you love"
it also said "it's hard to say you don't"
but so many echoing pennies drown it out and make it easy.
And brake lights will be the only thing you don't see in the end.