I got the heartache, she took the regret

Of love 

She believed so many things 

The house 

A quiet mess 

Young love 

And all that she couldn't bring 

Lavender and her Sunday best 

Her heart 

I bought with pocket change 

I found 

At her rummage sale 

Her car 

Was packed with "needful things"

She was getting out of there

Of love

She believed so many things

That highways

Eventually reach the sea

And salt 

Preserves but always stings

When wounds are as fresh as these