Written by Phil Pritchett
Looking in the trash can, it's easy to see what's going on
Looks like a party was happening, but there's only one car on the lawn
We all knew she'd leave you, soon as she had time to think
She went to the kitchen one day and never came back with your drink
Movers came the next day and left you with nothing but your bed
That belonged to her too, but she's uses her new boyfriend's instead
You said you were sorry and you begged for her to wait
Was it one apology too many or one apology too late
Chorus:
This is where the bruising sheetrock starts
No wonder walls are padded in the homes of those with broken hearts
This is where the bruising sheetrock starts
No wonder walls are padded in the homes of those with broken hearts
Now your only beer is sober, thinking of something to say
On the front porch with your guitar, no minor chord sad enough to play
The hole in the hallway wall makes you think how strange
To have your hand hurt worse than your head the next morning for a change
Chorus
Cool and Unusual Punishment
Suburban Legends