Check Out Time

A jaded woman with a broken heart
He builds her up, let's her fall apart
So she took everything she owns
Packed up and headed out alone.

A full tank of gas, and a wet receipt
From the tears falling on her seat
Where she's going is up in the air
But it's better than going back there.

They were only dating, but he's a jerk
And she got tired of feeling hurt
So she told her mama it was time to leave
Before love was past her belief.

Down the highway, hours have passed
She's feeling tired. Her eyes relax.
So she pulls to a broken-down inn
All her thoughts come flooding again.

Lying on a mattress, the t.v's on.
She's wondering if she'll really stay gone.
A hundred messages are on her phone.
He'll say he's sorry, to come back home.

It'll be okay, for a short little while
'Till he's ready to break up the smiles.
She makes up her mind, and falls asleep.
The first night of rest, feels good and deep.

In the morning she doesn't rush to pack.
Her mind is focused, fully on track.
She looks at the clock, and in her mind
Knows it's okay to miss the check out time.