There's a graveyard here Of bugs and cans and bottles too Of piss and clothes and cold fast food Of running late and low on fuel I can smell the failure on my clothes Sitting still for hours that numbs my toes It's not an accident the life we chose Just another band that no one knows I'm sorry that I missed my phone I know I'm really far away I promise that I'll call tonight Even if you're not awake Sleep all day Hung up shades Moving fast on another interstate It's a deep decay Of cheap caffeine and bad tattoos Of cigarettes and fucked up shoes I promise that I'll call Even if you're not awake Sleep all day Hung up shades Moving fast on another interstate Different scene Change of pace I'll be at the bottom of your list as long as I have a place