106 South

(albüm: Ghost Stories - 2000)

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 6:09 am and there's nothing on TV
And I'm fucked just look at me

Watching the Simpsons afraid to call you
I know I fucked 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