A Perfect View

It’s hot inside this bar
I can’t get to my car
So I hope that I can get a ride somehow
I know my headlights are on
But my keys flushed down the self-flush john
And I don’t think I want them back right now

Hot pink nightmare neon lights
The mall—I have a perfect view
From my apartment, a place they call the forest
Only tombstones for the trees—what else is new?

Chorus:

Sometimes I have to laugh when staring at the mirror of my life
Shatter, scatter, all those shards of glitter are fake silver, sure not gold.
Sometimes I can’t read the signs, when they’re written inside out
But there’s no way I’ll put my life on hold…

When I heard you were dating again
I heard it from a friend
Who said this guy was just out on parole
So you won’t see me at this next dance
I just slipped and split my pants
And I don’t own a pair that don’t have holes

Chorus

It’s hot inside this bar
I think they towed my car
So I hope that someone offers me a ride
When I get home I’ll just break in
When the cops aren’t looking and the lights are dim
And the mall stretches to infinity outside…

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