Is It True?

I remember driving late at night

And you would fall asleep in the car ride

I'd take you home to your momma everytime

Now I'm staring at the empty passenger seat

Echoes of your laughter fading out with every beat

The radio's on, but it doesn't sound the same

Cause it's a broken memory shattered by treachery

I don't much but I know you'll be the death of me

You left me cold in a world full of misery

Tangled in the lies that you whispered deceptively

And I know that you're through with me