This city is out of season
I fell in love with a socialite on 17th last night, she wouldn't even let me buy her a drink
She left a bill and a card on the sink, says only desperate girls dress in pink
And that's a hard pill to swallow
She says this city will make hollow
So let's go
And lets stare at our phones in foreign places
First class flight and I'm up all night hearing complaints of assholes and basket-cases
Got a free pass to fuck up, and she's cashing it in
We'll all be reborn in the morning
Eighteen ounces
This might not be the end of the road, but it's fucking close
Broke down 10 K away from the coast, she got fucking close
There was a death in the family so we bought her a card
But our money only goes so far, it only goes so far
Deep sleepers, dream through their day-to-day
Day drinkers, can't get the god damn thrill to stay
Eighteen ounces
This might not be the end of the road, but it's fucking close
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