our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do
who really cares at all we had to get away
somehow we settled on a place where the open road
had closed and we tried too many times before and
i spent the night alone with three things on my
mind money - bills-pills-thrills and girls (i've
been) looking through the pages of some magazine
that i've read a thousand times the food all
starts to taste the same and it's 6:09am and
there's nothing on tv and I'm f**ked just look at
me watching the simpsons afraid to call you i know
i f**ked up i know i owe you seven hundred please
don't hate me i'll get a job and i'll pay you
back somehow one more night alone and you can
take it there'll be more tomorrow same magazine
and tasteless food same tv screen same shitty
mood and i feel like it can't get worse
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