Exploding out of the red clay, I found a brand new enclave with you
With you
Dead flowers in a basket, it's just another open casket with you
With you
And when I feel it growing on my bones I know
This motel is not a home
Short shorts in the summertime
Wild flower out of time
Sometimes it feels like getting shot in the arm
Sometimes life feels like getting used to shots in the arm
Inside your grandma's basement there will never be a real replacement for you
For you
Out by the service station, it's the last time we'll have a relationship
With you
And when I feel it growing on my bones I know
This motel is not a home
Short shorts in the summertime
Wild flower out of time
Sometimes it feels like getting shot in the arm
Sometimes life feels like getting used to shots in the arm