106 South

Our trip had ended, I didn't know what I had to do
 Who really cares at all, gotta get away somehow
 We settled on a place where the open road had closed
 And we'd tried too many times before
 And I spent the night alone
 With three things on my mind
 Money, pills, and girls
 Money, thrills, and girls
 Been looking through the pages of some magazine that I've read a thousand times
 And the food all starts to taste the same and it's 6: 09 AM
 And there's nothing on TV
 And I'm fucked, just look at me
 Watching Simpsons, afraid to call you
 I know I fucked up, I know I owe you
 700, 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, same tasteless food
 Same TV screen, same shitty mood
 And I feel like it can't get worse