A trip I'd go alone
Might not pick up the phone
I'm on the third floor, babe
I'm on the way home
Can hardly feel my bones
I left em at the door, babe
I fell asleep again
It's almost 3am
Can I just dream at your place
For now
Evaporate in my space
I'll take you out when I wake
Unpack your fumes if you want
You want another one
Same shit all day
Packed like Friday
Smoke on the highway
I'm almost home
She looks my way
Blonde, my night shift
Do slap my wrist
Cause she's coming home
Hey
You set the fire
We'll make it dire
Yeah, just you wait
I saw your face right on the corner yesterday
You got off work and
Now you're lurkin'
Through the pages of a book that you don't understand
Said it's about that time
Get my beretta
Love, I swear that I won't forget
About you
Forget about whom
I won't take a bit unless we're together
I been up all night
Dread all the pressure
Oh my
Oh fuck
I'm late
Did I mention that you're kind of pretty
Same shit all day
Packed like Friday
Smoke on the highway
I'm almost home
She looks my way
Blonde, my night shift
Do slap my wrist
Cause she's coming home
Burned by the headlights
I forgot the closed sign
Cold turning me bitter
I don't want to go
Hurts like the last time
I'm giving her my mind
Still holding the trigger
She won't let it go
Hurry up, it's getting late
I thought you'd like the centerpiece
I'm handing you the golden key
Watch while I throw
All of the possibilities
Are begging like we're meant to be
I'm asking her to stay with me
Now she doesn't know
Same shit all day
Packed like Friday
Smoke on the highway
I'm almost home
She looks my way
Blonde, my night shift
Do slap my wrist
Cause she doesn't know