our trip had ended i didn't know what I had to do who really cares at all we had to get away somehow we settled on a place where the open road had closed and we tried too many times before and i spent the night alone with three things on my mind money - bills-pills-thrills and girls (i've been) looking through the pages of some magazine that i've read a thousand times the food all starts to taste the same and it's 6:09am and there's nothing on tv and I'm f***** just look at me watching the simpsons afraid to call you i know i f***** up i know i owe you seven hundred please don't hate me i'll get a job and i'll pay you back somehow one more night alone and you can take it there'll be more tomorrow same magazine and tasteless food same tv screen same s***** mood and i feel like it can't get worse