Leave Me Too Lyrics – Josh Ross
If I was your drink
I’d get you buzzing and remembering things
Thinking ’bout us, and girl, if I was your radio, I’d play our song
Every hour on the hour all night long
If I was your church, I would preach on forgiveness
If I was your phone, I’d call me out the blue
If I was your town, I’d be nothing but red lights
Turning them tails into headlights
But girl, if I were you
I’d peddle down that Mustang and I’d never look back
Pour gasoline on everything and strike that match
Get a cover-up tattoo, put me in that rear view
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
Here in the dust middle finger up, be cussing my name
Up at the sky, gettin’ baptized in that goodbye rain
Heaven knows I can’t undo all the hell I put you through
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
If I could go back
I’ll swear to God, I’d do it different than that
Turns out your mama was right, yeah, you can do better
And it’s gonna haunt me forever, but
Girl, if I were you
I’d peddle down that Mustang and I’d never look back
Pour gasoline on everything and strike that match
Get a cover-up tattoo, put me in that rear view
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
Here in the dust middle finger up, be cussing my name
Up at the sky, gettin’ baptized in that goodbye rain
Heaven knows I can’t undo all the hell I put you through
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
I’d leave me too
Girl, if I were you
I’d peddle down that Mustang and I’d never look back
Pour gasoline on everything and strike that match
Get a cover-up tattoo, put me in that rearview
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
Here in the dust middle finger up, be cussing my name
Up at the sky, gettin’ baptized in that goodbye rain
Heaven knows I can’t undo all the hell I put you through
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
I’d leave me too
I’d leave me too
Turns out your mama was right, yeah, you can do better
Yeah girl, if I were you, I’d leave me too
Album
Later Tonight Tracklist
- Later Tonight: A futile attempt to drown out a persistent heartache through fleeting distractions, only to have the memory resurface in solitude.
- Hate How You Look: A visceral lament over an ex-lover's effortless and alluring public display of moving on, which painfully contrasts with the narrator's inner turmoil.
- My Side Of Town: The bitter experience of being ostracized within one's own community after a breakup, due to the ex-partner's damaging and one-sided narrative.
- Smith & Wesson: A metaphorical gunshot of heartbreak, where a woman's devastating departure is likened to a precise and irreversible bullet wound.
- Leave Me Too: A self-aware admission of causing such profound pain that the only logical course of action, if roles were reversed, would be to leave without looking back.
- Half Lit: A cyclical and unresolved relationship that perpetually exists in a state of half-hearted connection, neither fully extinguished nor properly rekindled.
- Mad At Me: A defiant accusation that an ex's new relationship is merely a vengeful charade, fueled by lingering anger rather than genuine affection.
- Break My Heart In Two: The painful cycle of repeatedly allowing oneself to be emotionally shattered by a partner who intermittently returns only to cause more heartbreak.
- Whiskey You: A rueful personification of whiskey as the destructive force behind regrettable actions and emotional turmoil following a breakup.
- Single Again: A confident and opportunistic proposition to rekindle a romance the moment the ex becomes single again, promising a better love.
- Songs You Gave Me: The poignant irony of achieving musical success with songs inspired by a lost love, now performed with heartbreak instead of joy.
- Namin' Names: The torment of hearing vague but familiar rumors about an ex moving on, sparking jealousy and the painful realization of being replaced.
- Drunk Right Now (Na Na Na): A desperate embrace of intoxication to escape heartache and the pressures of the week, seeking communal solace in a neon-lit bar.
- Nobody From Nowhere: A triumphant reflection on rising from humble origins with determination and little more than faith, defying all expectations.
- Scared Of Getting Sober: The raw fear of sobriety because clarity would force confrontation with the overwhelming grief of a lost love.