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