Roll tires from a parking lot
39.50 for a way out of your current spot
Firewater to a smooth new ride
Its subtraction from attraction to equal where you should hide
I’m not quite sure what you’ve been telling me
But the clock has run out so listen carefully
I’m not waiting no more for you to arrive
I’m not waiting for you to tell me I’m alive
You steal stuff that you’ll never even wear
Take poison flowers and stick them up in your hair
Dreams like a dreamer takes a couple shots
39.50 for a way out of your current spot
I’m not quite sure what you’ve been telling me
But I’ve been straight with you so listen carefully
Would you wait for me?
If this was all I could ever be
Could I really love what was never there?
Or am I just not aware
I’m just 39.50