When I picked up the phone The words were simple I need some time alone Read like a riddle I wish I'd never found A clue so hinting I shouldn't touch your phone Cause now I'm thinking I got it I will burn my shit Done with it maybe time To start over I got it I will go off grid I'll commit And live like a loner So I filled up the car And watched the needle And when it hit the bar Oh shit it's diesel So I'm running inside To figure out this mess But at the end of the line The clerk is shaking his head When I return to the ride I take a look at my keys On the seat where I sat And I'm thinking