Tickets from Ruiner by Vincent Draper

Tickets
I’ll bet you’re still getting tickets for speeding
You always seemed to drive your car way too fast
I’ll bet you’re with another man you should be leaving
You always seemed to like the ones that liked treating you badly
I’ll bet I’m right, and I’ll bet it breaks your heart, babe, I’ll bet it drives you nuts
Just the way I’ve got you pinned

So buckle up tight, keep both hands on the wheel
Keep off of your phone and keep your eyes up on the road
It’ll lead you back to that man you should be leaving
You’ll hold him and you’ll squeeze him, and he’ll make you feel alone
I’ll be I’m right, I’ll bet it breaks your heart, babe,
I’ll bet it drives you nuts just the way I’ve you pinned

Please hear me out
This wasn’t meant to hurt
I’ve got more than a doubt
That you know what you deserve

You’ve probably guessed, by the songs that I’ve been singing
I haven’t put down drinking, and I’m still acting like an ass
You’ll hear my name and I’m sure you get to thinking
How my poor old heart has been sinking ever since the day you left
And I’ll bet I’m right, I’ll bet it breaks your heart, babe
I’ll bet it drives you nuts, just the way I’ve got you pinned

So here I am, I’ve been stripped of all my clothes
I’ve been left out in the cold for all the devils and the ghosts
I was lost and damned if I was found
By an angel on the ground that said she likes me the best
And that’s the truth all right, you know, it breaks my heart, babe
You know it drives me nuts just the way she’s got me pinned

• Indie
• Rock
• Soft Core
• gothic
• sad bastard
• slow jams
• Salt Lake City