Paid Time Off Lyrics

I called you, but I'd run out of words
So I stared at the plastic collidin' with dirt
At the fast food sign out in Leb'
I prepared for the warfare with the voice in my head
And I thought it was 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, gettin' lost in the scope of it
Then I see you drive in

And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car, and you're a closed garage
Someonе once told us there's a world out thеre, but we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall
People grow up and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all

I got the car, you got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee, and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off

Such simple lines they drew to make this place
In the interest of time, we've got a whole lot to waste

And your love is like an open flame, I'm a runnin' car, and you're a closed garage
Someone once said there's a world out there, but we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day, just gettin' high at the outlet mall
People grow and then move away, but you don't care, and I don't mind at all

You don't care, and I don't mind at all

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I got the car, you've got the bag, a handwritten note left for Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncin' on the dash, a cup of burnt coffee, and a check to cash
I had the brains for a city job, but you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf, make a livin' workin' for the paid time off