driving off the bridge

ive painted all the rooms
in this old house black
ive closed all the shutters
and ive locked all the doors
there is nothing left here
except the painful past
im packing my things
and im leaving this town
drive my bucket of bolts away
and ill never look back
this place has done nothing
good for me at all
it has gutted me inside out
brought me to my knees
and made me ask why
everyone had to die
i didnt mean to do it
they all fell in the way
of the blade on my knife
i didnt mean to hurt them
i told you somethings wrong
now im on the run again
on the run from the law
i cant turn back now
its too late for that
i wish i could take it back
but ive taken on to much
now ive got to go
the bridge is coming up
and good thing my car
is just a bucket of bolts
cause thats my next stop
and my last as well