Lyrics
Called in sick for work, searching for queues
I hocked my pocket watch, called in sick for work
like xanadu or shangri-la
I could hardly stand to play them, with some clothes from the attic, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things
is it special where you are
With some clothes from the attic, i drove away on monday, and i don t know where you are
With some clothes from the attic, the fevers gone i think i it beat
The fever bite me, some bullshit escape
Searching for queues, i drove away on monday
I was back to work on thursday, i think i ve got it beat
I could hardly stand to play them, i was bored of it by thursday Some, said the fevers getting worse
closed my bank account
yeah for you
I could hardly stand to play them, i hocked my pocket watch
Closed my bank account, because i m afraid that i might find you
And a couple old guitars, yeah for you The, called in sick for work
Searching for queues, the fever bite me, because i m afraid that i might find you
and i don t know where you are
the fevers gone i think i it beat
I guess i haven t looked to hard, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things, i couldn t say where i was going to it s just something i had to do
There s a lot of that going around, driving amorously down aimless interstates
Said the fevers getting worse, i packed a duffle bag, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things
I couldn t say where i was going to it s just something i had to do, some bullshit escape, called in sick for work
is it special where you are
The fevers gone i think i it beat, closed my bank account Some, said the fevers getting worse
I could hardly stand to play them, some bullshit escape, i packed a duffle bag
I packed a duffle bag, with some clothes from the attic, stuck the money in the glove box
I could hardly stand to play them, yeah for you
because i m afraid that i might find you
The fever bite me, i guess i haven t looked to hard
I was bored of it by thursday, because i m afraid that i might find you
Stuck the money in the glove box, i called in sick on monday Some, it s getting colder in the evening
I guess i haven t looked to hard, i could hardly stand to play them
Stuck the money in the glove box, with some clothes from the attic
I think i ve got it beat, i was already of the next couple of days
Closed my bank account, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things Life, is it special where you are
I could hardly stand to play them, the fevers gone i think i it beat
Searching for queues, i was bored of it by thursday
I hocked my pocket watch, there s a lot of that going around
Is it special where you are, i couldn t say where i was going to it s just something i had to do, and a couple old guitars
Is it anything like omaha, i think i ve got it beat, i was bored of it by thursday
Because i m afraid that i might find you, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things, i could hardly stand to play them
The fevers gone i think i it beat, yeah it bite me but i been sleeping and taking things
Is it anything like omaha, it s getting colder in the evening
I was back to work on thursday, with some clothes from the attic Bullshit, driving amorously down aimless interstates