I was 17 when he pulled me over.
High as a kite..
"You been drinkin', miss?"
So I smile, bat my eyes..
Who'd of thought we'd be married?
In love with a cop and stuck in this godforsaken town.
He was so crazy about me, I couldn't breathe.
So we tried drinkin' our way back into love..
But it never made sense in the morning.
So I ran.
And everytime I came back..
..he was here..
..and he was still crazy about me.
You know..
I used to daydream about dying.
I thought it was the only way I’d get clear of him.
I didn't hate him.
I just wanted him to let go of me.
And now that he has..
It hurts me more than anything else in the whole world.
This is where we met..
Right here.
