Losers In The Mud

[Verse 1]
The screen door’s swinging like a heavy fist
And I’m nursing a burn on my left-hand wrist
From a cigarette I dropped when I heard the sirens hum.
There’s a bottle of Jack by the kitchen sink
And too much time for a man to think
About every single bridge he’s managed to burn.
I got a debt in Tulsa that I can’t pay
And a girl in a dress who looked the other way
When I told her I was headed for the state line.
[Chorus]
And it’s a long way down when you’re falling fast
With a heart made of tin and a soul made of glass
And you’re screaming at the moon like it owes you a dime.
I got those crooked thoughts and a restless head
Wishing I was anywhere but here instead
Checking every lock on the driver's side
With nowhere left for a fool to hide.
[Verse 2]
The floorboards creak like they’re telling on me
In a house full of shadows that I can’t see
But I feel ‘em breathing heavy on the back of my neck.
There’s a letter on the table I’ll never send
To a mother who thinks I’m still on the mend
When I’m really just a total goddamn wreck.
I took the backroads out where the pines grow thick
Because these flashing lights are closing in quick
And the law don't look for losers in the mud.
[Bridge]
So tell the boys I’m gone, tell ‘em I’m long gone
Tell ‘em not to wait up for the break of dawn
Because the engine’s smoking and the tires are shot
I’m running against the time I haven’t got!
[Chorus]
And it’s a long way down when you’re falling fast
With a heart made of tin and a soul made of glass
And you’re screaming at the moon like it owes you a dime.
I got those crooked thoughts and a restless head
Wishing I was anywhere but here instead
Checking every lock on the driver's side
With nowhere left for a fool to hide

Gritty, fast-paced folk-country, raw male vocals, frantic acoustic guitar, desperate outlaw vibe, Zach Bryan style.