your dad's been
sleeping on your couch
when these places close
i'll be kissing you on the mouth
i'm gonna end up handcuffed and bruised
with a german boy holding you
you're dying to prove
we've got nothing to lose
and nothing left to use
i'm planning on seeing you out
we don't have to go there together
you'll be missing me planning tomorrow
both me and the pills i've been stuffing
down your throat