I Met You on Fourth Street Video (MV)

Met you on 4th street, chewing your lip, shouting at sheriffs and cursing the wind
Lay by the Truckee and beg them for help. One taste of morphine and I'll be giving them hell
Blue skies, blue eyes, ketchup on french fries. Can't we just walk it off
Air through my lungs, pain in my chest
Sat on the sidewalk, my head on your lap. Told me you loved me, I just shook my head
I pushed back your dry lips, and I noticed my bruised hip. I thought this was all for fun, till I saw the gun
Black ties, black eyes, blood on blue thighs. Can't we just talk it out
Air through my lungs, pain in my chest
I ran down 6th street after you broke both of my feet
Tears burning my eyes, I looked at the sky
I ran towards that cop car, their lights looked so far. I screamed please help me, and I was on my knees
Hands high, red eyes, I'm not a good liar. Can't you just lock him up
Air out my lungs, pain in my heart