It’s half-past 3 again
She’s reeling it’s
A little less pretty when the pills run out
Sounds like me again
I’m giving in
I’m trading in my reason for a little brown

Second-hand brain, we’re just the same
Somebody kicked our heads right in
Elegant pain, a car-chase game
The urge is tension thick

I’m calling again, I’m out of my head
She only wants me cause I burned that bed
She said
“I love anything I can’t take home
Oh, I love anything I can’t take home.”
I try to forget, but nevertheless
I only miss you when I’m good again
Oh, I love anything I can’t take home
You know, I love anything I can’t take home

It’s half-past 2 pm
It’s setting in
She’s calling in a favor from a former flame
Well, I’m still sleeping in
I’m blurry and
I’m fighting off the visions and the fucking shakes

Intricate names, alternative strains
Somebody kicked our heads right in
Overpriced k and you on my brain
I’m coming over. I can’t quit

Somebody told me Jessie took a little too much
Hope you’re doing okay, know it must be rough
Oh, all our friends are rich, dead, or knocked-up
Maybe we should kick this stuff
The city stopped glowing with a champagne buzz
But we kept drinking just to spite the loss
Guess shit got darker than I hoped it would
Maybe we should hang this up