Downtown with my baby on a Saturday night
Push start the car up, but the feeling was right
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
You live next to the club down on Montrose St
We can listen to the Pixies from your bedroom suite
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
We break in the museum in the middle of the night
Run from the security and out of the light
I miss those old days with my beautiful friend
I wonder where you are and how the hell have you been?
Downtown with my baby on a Saturday night
Push start the car up, and the feeling was right
Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, as fuck)
Where did you go?
(Yeah, so I'm calling you up, oh)
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, fuck it)
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Blow up the mattress and we slept on the floor
Black polka dot bikini you wore, uh
We're sittin' talkin' 'bout how good all the sex is
Yeah, 'cause it was bad with our exes
Remember music and when it didn't suck?
I tried to write for you like Morrissey would
Instead I stumble through the songs in the back of my truck
You said you love the way I sing 'cause it's depressing as fuck
(As fuck)
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, as fuck)
Where did you go?
(Yeah, so I'm calling you up, oh)
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, fuck it)
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm - I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah I'm - Yeah, I'm calling you up
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, as fuck)
Where did you go?
(Yeah, so I'm calling you up, oh)
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, fuck it)
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, as fuck)
Where did you go?
(Yeah, so I'm calling you up, oh)
Where'd you go?
(It's depressing as fuck, fuck it)
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
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