Pontiac, MI

[Verse 1]

You’ve saved me a place in a circle made of ashes

Making up favors in the bottoms of Easter baskets

But a quiet kiss on the cheek is all I’ll get

You say that it’s hoes before bros in Pontiac

It’s this couch that I’m sleeping on

[Verse 2]

Familiar revolver of patterned behavior

I’ve got a bottomless pocket of well thought-out compliments

And an admirable hunger for everything in your fridge

But it’s this couch I’ll be sleeping on

It’s this couch I’ll be sleeping on