Tear stained mess
Crying in my arms again
But she finally left it behind
Smoking gun
In the boxes with all of her stuff
And a thousand warning signs
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
There's no saving face
Just sleeping in the bed that you made
And your talk's too cheap this time
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
We don't make excuses for mediocre men
I promise that it's not her fault if they find him dead
""I'm just kidding""
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Rachel Bochner - NIGHT IN JAIL Lyrics
Rachel Bochner - NIGHT IN JAIL Lyrics
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Tear stained mess
Crying in my arms again
But she finally left it behind
Smoking gun
In the boxes with all of her stuff
And a thousand warning signs
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
There's no saving face
Just sleeping in the bed that you made
And your talk's too cheap this time
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
We don't make excuses for mediocre men
I promise that it's not her fault if they find him dead
""I'm just kidding""
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Crying in my arms again
But she finally left it behind
Smoking gun
In the boxes with all of her stuff
And a thousand warning signs
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
There's no saving face
Just sleeping in the bed that you made
And your talk's too cheap this time
She was looking for silver linings in a blown up mine
Yeah she left with grace but the road I take won't be so high
If I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
We don't make excuses for mediocre men
I promise that it's not her fault if they find him dead
""I'm just kidding""
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Blood on my hands but you had it coming
I won't pretend I wish you well
Maybe you can call me karma
Call me whatever you wanna
But if I see you in the street
You better start running
Or I might just spend the night in jail
Writer: ISAAC WARDELL, RACHEL BOCHNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Rachel Bochner
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: ISAAC WARDELL, RACHEL BOCHNER