We have our master plan,

Bottled and canned

Living in the 352

Steps on and two,

Walk home drunk, wake up confused

With a stranger next to you.

The copied costumes and conversations

They seem to be constantly 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 may be going broke,

But im never broken down.



We have our history

Just you and me

But our future gets talked away

Steps 3 and 4,

Staying drunk and sit on this porch,

Planning out how to escape

We're two truck stops off the interstate,

The promised land with a twist of fate,

We're in a town for all the lost and found.

So sleep tight in your smokey room,

Still buzzed from this afternoon,

I ma be going broke,

But im never broken down.