I called you, but I've run outta words
So I stared at the plastic, colliding with dirt
At the fast food sign, out and left
I prepare for the warfare with the voice in my head
And I found it strange, how the letters were placed
How the hiring sign seemed to laugh in my face
And, if you were here, you'd make a joke of it
I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it
'Til I see you drive in
And your love is like an open flame
Of a running car near a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
I got the car, you've got the bag
A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncing on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for that city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a living working for the paid time off
Such simple lives, they dream to make this place
In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race
And our love is like an open flame
Of a running car near a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
Such simple lives, they dream to make this place
In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race
Well, our love's like an open flame
Of a running car near a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
I got the car, you've got the bag
A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncing on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for that city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a living working for the paid time off
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