Top Into It. Over It. Lyrics
Second Rate Broadcasting Songtext
Got home, got back in my van and drove,
Grabbed my last three dollars and forgot my phone,
Proving not a single soul we know is losing their old habits.
So, Kevin, if you're listening,
You really messed this up.
"The Pony" is lonely, becoming one with the rest,
But if you ask me, there's a damn good reason
Why a reputation like yours exists.
She'll save me a spot on the couch.
The couch where she calls home.
And she'll toast to you in her living room,
Where dinner and second-rate broadcasting
Are all we know.
Grabbed my last three dollars and forgot my phone,
Proving not a single soul we know is losing their old habits.
So, Kevin, if you're listening,
You really messed this up.
"The Pony" is lonely, becoming one with the rest,
But if you ask me, there's a damn good reason
Why a reputation like yours exists.
She'll save me a spot on the couch.
The couch where she calls home.
And she'll toast to you in her living room,
Where dinner and second-rate broadcasting
Are all we know.
Writer(s): Evan Thomas Weiss
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