It's dawn somewhere in Tallahassee.
I'm still lying awake with you next to me,
tired enough for misery but too miserable to sleep.

You find a new date every day on the internet.
I ain't found one for myself in years, I think.
It's nothing personal, but I hate you right now much as I hate Tallahassee.

This Chevy van is not my home. Tell me it's true, until I believe it, and I'll tell you that your dream is a prison.

It's noon somewhere, I think it's Michigan.
I'm driving fast as the hardcore tape you're playing,
to make it to the show on time.
As if I really give a shit.
Because every song is a lie as soon as it's played twice,
and by the hundredth time it's pathological.
If I had any courage I would have quit a dozen states ago.

This Chevy van is not my home. Tell me it's true, until I believe it, and I'll tell you that your dream is a prison.


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