Lyrics

I stormed in at dawn, boots caked in sin,
No tears, just bourbon and a devilish grin.
He lay there sharp, in midnight silk and coal,
First time he smiled since she carved out his soul.

He quit bleeding for her at sunrise—
Crimson roses nailed to that splintered door.
Soon enough, they’ll haul his bones to the badlands—
He quit bleeding for her, won’t beg anymore.

She sashayed in, hips loaded like a gun,
Red lips smirking at the damage she’d done.
Leather heels slicing through the funeral hush,
She’s the storm that turned his heart to dust.

We all held our breath, waiting for her tears,
But ice queens don’t melt, not after all these years.
She lingered by his side, whispered something obscene,
Left lipstick on his lips—her last, wicked scene.

It kept burning through my whiskey-soaked mind—
He’s free of her poison, body and soul unlined.
No more drunk confessions, no more late-night brawls,
He’s over her now—buried deep with it all.

He quit bleeding for her at sunrise—
Crimson roses nailed to that splintered door.
Soon enough, they’ll haul his bones to the badlands—
He quit bleeding for her, won’t beg anymore.

Now the boys pour shots, tattoos gleaming in the gloom,
Outlaws howling hymns to a lover’s doom.
She rides off alone, black lace and gasoline,
Queen of the wreckage, cold-blooded and mean.

They say every sinner gets what they’re due,
But he found his peace the moment he was through.
No more haunted whiskey, no more midnight calls,
He’s over her now—six feet under it all.

He quit bleeding for her at sunrise—
Crimson roses nailed to that splintered door.
Soon enough, they’ll haul his bones to the badlands—
He quit bleeding for her today.