Honey

I don't really care to watch you go, go out and play your Rock'n'Roll
I don't really care to watch you leave, it was never that great with you next to me

I think I might die
I feel the onset of this heart attack while my hands are tied behind my back
I think I might die
In the backseat of this broke down car held tightly between your arms

I don't really care that you feel this low, go out become a distant ghost
I don' really care what you meant to me, the past is only history.