False Jolene

My little brother He doesn't do well with death He's been locked in his room with a sheet on his head since the moment Paw Pip left And Mom and Dad are on meds now And you think I should be too But if I wanted a pane of glass between me and the world, I'd go live in a box at the zoo And you might be wrong And you might be right And you're one of a kind Til I turn out the light And you're a distraction And I can't see the lines on the road So it might have been a mistake To make out in the back of your car But you've got a moon roof And mistakes don't count under the stars I'm soaking wet I think God's tryna mess with me He pulls me out of the pot now and then with a slotted spoon just to check on me And you're a distraction And I'm all worn out But this book is empty And I need someone you-shaped to play me pretend that there's a story around And you might be wrong And you might be right But you're one of a kind If I leave on the light And it's two in the afternoon, but, shit, Jolene You're a star So we might've hit gameday traffic On the way to Sevierville again And though we might not have made it I'm glad we at least made amends Where'd it go And you might be wrong And you might be right And you're one of a kind Just don't turn out the light False Jolene, theoretically, you're a star So we might have pushed the car to Sewanee And that might not be very far And though we might not have made it, I'm glad we at least got this far Cumberland Plateau, bring me low We're a world apart So take Kentucky Route Zero to your mom's house And that's it baby; that's as good as it gets