Driving through dust devils in the hot butter light Swimming pool, holiday inn, nowhere Southwest again And he was sipping gin And driving the point of his gas station Knife into the wall And she was sitting on the corner of the bed Pretending to drink Thinking ain't this just like a movie set
What do they think of me Is it embarrassing That I can't lose control And now that we're alone Are you pretending Are you pretending Are you pretending 'Cause you don't have to for me
Night highway trees Motel window fleeting back You don't want to feel anything But you don't want to feel nothing
And the mist of Texas rain Makes a halo round her face And he asks her on the Jackalope patio "Do you feel like a rockstar on stage?" She says "It never lasts" I feel eight and seventy years old so fast Can't be reckless free 'Cause then they say us girls are batshit crazy And one look at his milk fed face The part the other one plays And she can see they'll all never understand
(She wonders) What do they think of me (What do we think) Is it embarrassing That I can't lose control And now that we're alone When they're gone Lying on this cracked leather sofa Are you pretending Are you pretending Are you pretending 'Cause you don't have to for me You don't have to for me
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