It looked so different
In the magazines I read
Artificial Light
Walmart bedsheets
Crawling in at 2
My desk littered with receipts
You bought a pillow
Just for your knees
In the parking lot
She had my bandana tied
Across her forehead
Like a traffic light
Should have followed signs
They pulled up and robbed me blind
Kiss me on the lips
Tell me next time
Now I see
That this place is everything
That this place is everything
I am not
And while I sleep
Lace your boots up to your knees
Lace your boots up to your knees
Make the first move