im feeling hungry, it’s twelve o clock youre feeling high, but not high enough these nights mean nothing, they’re all we got running out of gas, running out of luck
tonight feels dead, ty turned and said “this town’s a grid, im plugging in” i picked you up, you smoked me down we cracked a window and drove around
so much espresso, so little sleep from living room hangs to house parties to late night restaurants and your green couch to running shoes songs on the drive home
tonight’s alive with the hope that I make better choices than I did last night i dropped you off, turned music on good thing my horse knows how to get me home
we’re north of midnight at a west side house we’re burning every blue bridge we strike our matches on we’re east of diamond im south of twenty one so we skip the bar tab and take a liquor run