Separate Vacations

Surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts Waiting on your savior, listening to music All this gun talk is making me itchy These guys with no shirts, they're making me sweat it It's been getting kind of hectic You're hot, and you're scared and there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot, and you're scared that there's not enough air This is the cross that we carry Met some blue blood dude down by the harbor He called me his brother, he tried to sell me his daughter These east coast kids are such tricky talkers Got conned by a cop up in Boston Common Oh, the lipstick, oh, the mascara We're dried up like blood, and we're stuck to the ground That's how we know we'll be sticking around We're tied up like kites, but we drift into trouble There will be nights when we suffer Such is our struggle Via Dolorosa It started with mimosas It ended with relations Mr. Minnesota Stuck her between stations Walked her through the passion Went back to his cabin You're hot, and you're scared that there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot, and you're scared that there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot, and you're fried and there's not enough light Your friends think you settled, and you're scared that they're right You're hot, and you're fried and there's not enough light Your friends think you're settled Now you're taking separate vacations And now you're taking separate vacations And now you're taking separate vacations