You're probably out of service
Well, lately I've been working at this fucking high school
Dealing with some bad kids
You've been out there touring
Making lots of bad friends
Have you been running from your unpaid loans?
A series of squares and cows and mobile homes
Your brother's friend just moved in Seven Oaks
One of my students lost both of her folks

Got recognized for my music
While sitting patiently at the local urgent care
I pray to God hoping that he didn't overhear
The nature of my visit here

I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover
I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover

You're probably out of service
That's what I tell myself when you're ignoring me on purpose
Fuck it, I've been working
You had to find yourself
So I had to find a boyfriend
Held on to every old shirt of your band
A series of premature lyrics at best
Heard you're with someone you argue with less
'Agreeable Temperament' at what expense?

The grass may not always happen to be much greener
On all the other smith machines
But if I stumble on healthy soil
It's only fair that I show transparency

I might give you up, I might let you down
I might run around and desert you
I might make you cry, I might say goodbye
I might tell a lie and hurt you
I might give you up, I might let you down
I might run around and desert you
I might make you cry, I might say goodbye
I might tell a lie and hurt you

I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover
I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover
I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover
I'm so drunk on the past
That my future's already hungover