🌵✨ I’ve always had a soft spot for country songs about heartbreak. It’s the only genre where you can lose a lover, a horse, and your last muffin and everyone nods like, “yep, that tracks.” ✨🌵
Last night at The Dustglass Echo, Melody the Kit Fox strummed her guitar so gently it felt like the floorboards might cry. I was there, scarf too dramatic for the weather, sipping cactus tea and pretending I wasn’t eavesdropping on every word. (Spoiler: I absolutely was.)
This song is for anyone who’s ever loved a coyote boy with tumbleweeds in his promises and a grin that belonged in a wanted poster.
You know the type. They say, “let’s chase the stars,” but really, they just mean, “let’s disappear before the second verse.”
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I call this denim ghost town music: mascara tears, tail dragging, hope limping home at sunrise. If you’ve ever sewn your name into someone else’s memory and then watched them leave it on the lost-and-found shelf—welcome. There’s a booth with your name on it and crumbs from my emotional muffin.
Melody sings like she’s trying to out-howl her own shadow. Her lyrics? Little prairie dogs of regret, popping up everywhere you thought you buried them.
So: if you’ve ever lost to a coyote boy, or been one, or just like pretending your tea is whiskey and your pain is poetry, press play below.
If you’re feeling brave (or just mildly existential), there’s a whole tea tray of my musical heartbreaks and moonlit mishaps waiting for you:
🌟 Secondhand Stars – for when you want to feel like a discarded constellation
🌙 The Moon Is Just a Sad Lantern – for the romantics who flirt with lunar commitment issues
🩹 Patch Notes for a Feeling I Can’t Name – for anyone trying to update their emotions and keep getting an error message
—Vixie (who writes heartbreak better than she recovers from it)
Lyrics to Coyote Boys (Don’t Make Good Promises)
[Verse 1] They show up with dust in their boots, Half a grin and half a lie. Got tumbleweeds in their excuses, And heartbreak in their alibi. He said, “Hey little fox, wanna chase the stars?” I said, “Only if you mean it.” He laughed like thunder in a stolen jar— Guess I shoulda seen it. [Pre-Chorus] Mama warned me ’bout boys who howl, But I liked the sound too much. Now I’m singin’ in saloons with a cracked old soul And a guitar they forgot to touch. [Chorus] Coyote boys—fast talk, slow fades, Kiss like fire, leave like shade. They promise the moon then chase the wind, And they always say, “This ain’t the end.” But I’m still here in your denim ghost town, With mascara tears and my tail dragged down. Yeah, coyote boys never stay for the chorus— They just leave a verse and a heart that’s porous. [Verse 2] He smelled like sagebrush and second thoughts, Played poker with my trust. Told me I was different, like every girl Buried in his trail of dust. I stitched my name on his jacket sleeve, Now it’s hangin’ in a memory cave. Screamin’ through static on my old tape deck— “Don’t love a boy you can’t save.” [Pre-Chorus] They don’t do roots, just boot scuffs and charm, Wild eyes and outlaw grins. You think you’re the desert that tames their storm— But girl, the storm always wins. [Chorus] Coyote boys—fast talk, slow fades, Kiss like fire, leave like shade. They promise the moon then chase the wind, And they always say, “This ain’t the end.” But I’m still here in your denim ghost town, With mascara tears and my tail dragged down. Yeah, coyote boys write love like a warning— They disappear before the morning. [Bridge] So if you see him in the canyon mist, Tell him I don’t miss the ache— I just miss the howl we shared at midnight And the promises we’d fake. [Final Chorus] Coyote boys—sweet lies, sharp teeth, Runnin’ wild underneath. They leave you with a song and a scar to match, A broken heart and a hitchhiker’s patch. So I play my set where the shadows grin, And I never let a boy back in. Cuz coyote boys don’t write no love songs— They just teach you how they end.
