In your parking lot
It's dark and hot
And we're double parked
Waiting for the fucking world to end
I was writing something down
On the other side of a photograph
Stole all the words from a paperback
Draw a line
If it's not straight
Then we don't
Have to talk about it
We were just sitting around
And thinking about the war and stuff
Never felt so out of touch
In your parking lot
It's dark and hot
And we're double parked
Waiting for the fucking world to end

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