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We don’t need a plan, pile into the cube or the van.
Is McDonald’s open, or is it closed again?
We’re going someplace we’ve never been.
That night on your porch, at 1 AM
sipping hot chocolate, saying nothing.
When even Friday the 13th makes me sad
and I don’t do nearly enough, I just complain about what I don’t have.
But we got $20 for playing a show in a half empty bar with our vocals too low. Not that that was an issue, we were totally stoked. (Stoked! Stoked! Stoked!) Falling asleep in the car, I don’t wanna go home. Tell me we’ll be alright, I’ll be in on the joke. Ask Bob and Edith.
Meet me at the diner, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.
Fourth of July,
if we don’t get me home soon I’m gonna die.
Despite the A.M. shortwaves, hollow streetlights,
I know the mayor of Swamptown is on our side.
Saying goodbyes before I leave
and me and everyone I care about scatters east.
I got to thinking, might’ve been a little bit of serendipity
that’s got me sitting in this basement instead of wallowing in self pity.
And we walked in a circle, around the back,
and we talked about life, how it wasn’t so bad.
Predisposed misconceptions that I already had.
Driving straight into traffic, it was all a mistake.
Call me when you get home so I know that you’re safe.
Welcome to Six Flags.
Thought I’d never say this, but I think I miss the suburbs.
I’m so tired of comparing my experience to others
because everybody’s smarter, everybody’s well connected.
Guess I can’t be too surprised the future’s different than expected.
I wanna drive across the country, maybe I’ll outrun the lonely feelings
I’ve been feeling daily with nobody to distract me.
So I’ll hide inside my bedroom, put my head under the covers
(not that I’ll end up well rested), catch me dwelling on another
problem in my control.
An inconvenient reversal.
A stupid thought, a morbid joke,
a behemoth draining my hope.
Remember company is optional when company’s an option.
I’d like to see my friends now but I don’t wanna bother them.
I’m carving out a corner for myself,
not leaving room for anyone else.
Meet me at the diner, I’ll tell you what’s on my mind.
