My girlfriend’s car broke down

Way, way outside of town

Visiting me at a gig so we could

Fuck for a few nights in some

Nice clean sheets but I guess

Fate had other plans for her engine

And now her car is blown up and I

Can’t help her because I’m here and she’s

There and I guess other people will help but

Who the fuck are they?! So

I’ve been pacing round the hotel

Pacing pacing pacing going up and

Down the stairs a few times and then trying

All the elevators wondering where the

Ice maker is on the sixth floor even though

My room is on the third I haven’t even been

There because why would I sit in my room


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