Paid Time Off

Lyrics From Live Debut

[Verse 1]

I called you, but I've run outta words

So I stared at the plastic, colliding with dirt

At the fast food sign, out and left

I prepare for the warfare with the voice in my head

And I found it strange, how the letters were placed

How the hiring sign seemed to laugh in my face

And, if you were here, you'd make a joke of it

I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it

'Til I see you drive in

[Chorus]

And your love is like an open flame

Of a running car in a closed garage

Thеre's so much more to the world out thеre

But we don't care enough to drive that far

It's been a damn near-perfect day

Just getting high at the outlet mall

But people grow up and move away

But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus]

I got the car, you've got the bag

A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad

A police scanner bouncing on the dash

A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash

I had the brains for that city job

But you got the taste of a county cop

A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf

Make a living working for the paid time off

[Verse 2]

Such simple lines, they drew to make this place

In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race

[Chorus]

And our love is like an open flame

Of a running car in a closed garage

There's so much more to the world out there

But we don't care enough to drive that far

It's been a damn near-perfect day

Just getting high at the outlet mall

But people grow up and move away

But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Verse 3]

Such simple lines, they drew to make this place

In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race

[Chorus]

And our love is like an open flame

Of a running car in a closed garage

There's so much more to the world out there

But we don't care enough to drive that far

It's been a damn near-perfect day

Just getting high at the outlet mall

But people grow up and move away

But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus]

I got the car, you've got the bag

A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad

A police scanner bouncing on the dash

A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash

I had the brains for that city job

But you got the taste of a county cop

A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf

Make a living working for the paid time off