Rest of It

You were my car You were my piston Oh lord, I'm trying to get her out of the way One's about all I can take If you don't run away You can get the rest of it You were my cradle You were my hoarder Too many times I caught her Walking way, leaving me turning gray (oh yeah) Baby, don't run away You can get the rest of it Don't [?] You let me get some You were my reason To get wasted My looks and charms are fading Some people say, I've become hallucinated And don't run away, you can get the rest of it Don't [?] And let me get some Give me love, give me your thunder Show me [ride?], leave me a little wonder All the way, oh, I keep messing up All the way, oh, I keep messing it up