Peering out the curtain and I am worried
Ten past 2 AM, in bed with my worries
Can't wait to crush this lipstick in the morning
'Til then, I'll put it and greet the sun
Will he recognize new clothes I am wearing?
If I change my hair, will he keep on coming?
Back to me, check up, check out, check in
It's me and him forever singed in sin
I feel like a crummy pie
A shriveled fucked french fry
Cold in the bottom of the bag
Each time you pick me up and motion to your truck
It's time to take a ride
To ride or die
To ride or die
Who am I? What can I do? Do I even mind?
I don't care when you're with me most all of the time
Burned-out loneliness I possess in my grip
Hand in hand, you'll never let me go
Tuck me in, take a seat at the foot of my bed
Watch dog and log journeys that swim in my head
Sinking deeper in the darkest waters
Thick as thieves aboard the prison ship
I feel like a crummy pie
A shriveled fucked french fry
Cold in the bottom of the bag
Each time you pick me up and motion to your truck
It's time to take a ride
To ride or die
To ride or die
To ride or die
To ride or die
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