I dragged you out them red-dust shadows,
we made two kids, prayed for a tomorrow.
Put you under a roof,
gave you more than just holdin’ on for dear life.
I held you tight, you kept on takin’.
Work, bills, babies — all on my side.
Then you say you’re “done” with it,
your body hittin’ forty, feelin’ broke,
mirror ain’t smilin’ at you no more.
Now you call it “feelings.”
I call it runnin’.
And girl, I ain’t buyin’ that lie.
[Chorus]
Your “feelings”?
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
Your “feelings”?
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
[Verse 1]
We had order.
Not pretty — but real.
Money in, money out,
each of us carryin’ what we could.
And now?
You’re gone,
I’m stuck in what used to be “us.”
While you fly state to state
with your brand-new savior boy,
like this whole life
was just warm-up for you runnin’ out the door.
Love?
Save that word.
He’s old, worn,
and you’ll drop him quick
when real life hits.
Same way you dropped me.
[Chorus]
Your “feelings”?
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
Your “feelings”?
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
[Verse 2]
And him —
throwin’ his whole damn life away
for you.
Thirty years married,
kids raised up,
and he dumps it all
for one last flash of feelin’ alive.
That ain’t passion.
That’s runnin’.
And you sell it like “growth,”
like some kinda chance.
For who?
Not for him,
sure as hell not for his wife,
not for anyone
with their head on straight.
[Outro]
Your “feelings”?
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
Hell no.
They tear down what better folks built slow.
You fall back into your same ol’ tracks:
movin’ on,
when it gets rough,
movin’ on,
don’t care who you drag off the ledge.
don’t care who you drag off the ledge
Ein schonungsloser Blick auf eine Beziehung, die an „Gefühlen“ zerbricht. Während der eine trägt und aufbaut, entscheidet sich der andere zu gehen – auf der Suche nach etwas Neuem. Zurück bleiben Verantwortung, Chaos und die Frage: War es Liebe – oder nur Flucht?