Market Hotel

I came over on the JMZ
Dad took a car service to Mr. Kiwi
And he's texting me now
"Are ya playing on time?
We're either going last
Or we're first out of five"
Ee-yay, ee-yay

I'm working three fucking jobs
I'm too embarrassed to die
I do door hears some nights
That's why we've met three or more times before
His face is blank
"Can I borrow your amp?"
He asked it to my boyfriend
Like I'm not in the band
Ee-yay, oo-yay

I'm just an adult dirtbag
Sneak me inside of your backpack
Take me around 'cause I can't take myself
I'm playing an adult
You're just playing yourself

I came over (Kid comes over)
I come over (Kid comes over)
And I'll keep coming over (Kid comes over)
Whatever the purpose