The Car Named Nightmare

Composed by Melanie Bradley

(Verse 1) He’s sitting in the driveway, a shadow in the sun A black Ford Mustang, my beautiful, broken one The paint still shines, a devil’s cruelest grin But every time I touch him, the trouble starts to begin The battery’s a joke, a dead weight in the hood I’ve jumped her more than anyone ever should I turn the key, he groans a heavy sigh Just another time I’m left to wonder wh

(Chorus) Oh, Nightmare, Nightmare, that’s what I called his name A beautiful disaster, a cruel and costly game he’s a black 2006, a perfect, rusted lie he’s a money pit with wheels, and every month I cry The air won’t blow, the crank won’t turn, the throttle’s acting strange And every single fix just feels like pocket change he’s more than I can afford, more than I can stand I should just walk away, a wrench right in my hand

(Verse 2) I remember when I bought her, a dream on four black tires I saw the sleek design, the burning, raw desires I didn’t know the secrets that he kept beneath the dash The constant drain, the blown-out fuse, the inevitable crash The mechanic shakes his head now, he knows my face by heart Says, “Man, you gotta let her go, it’s falling all apart” But there’s a stubborn part of me that just can’t say goodbye To the perfect, broken promise, underneath the summer sky

(Chorus) Oh, Nightmare, Nightmare, that’s what I called his name A beautiful disaster, a cruel and costly game he’s a black 2006, a perfect, rusted lie he’s a money pit with wheels, and every month I cry The air won’t blow, the crank won’t turn, the throttle’s acting strange And every single fix just feels like pocket change She’s more than I can afford, more than I can stand I should just walk away, a wrench right in my hand

(Bridge) I could trade her in tomorrow, get a new car, white and clean A working radio, a heater, a whole different scene But a part of me would miss her, the fights and all the pain The black Ford Mustang sitting out there in the pouring rain he taught me about heartbreak, in a very twisted way The love you have for something that you just can’t make it stay

(Outro) Goodbye, my Nightmare, goodbye, my sweet defeat It’s time for me to walk down a different street Yeah,he’s more than I can afford… and I’m letting him go Yeah, he’s more than I can afford… and it hurts me to know.