We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352
Steps 1 and 2: walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you
The copied costumes and conversation seem to be totally making
This into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit card to buy alcohol student loan spent at the mall and I
I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down

We have our history just you and me but our future gets tucked away
Steps 3 and 4: staying drunk sit on this porch planning out how to escape
Cause were two truck stops off the interstate promised land with a twist of fame
Were a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smoky room still buzzed from this afternoon and I
I may be going broke, but I'm never broken down