Love is a long shot.
Love is a bird in hand and when this stops we'll be laughing.
Well sing our songs though they're barely heard.
You'd be the prom kind, I'll be the malcontent in this scene.
Hughes
Hughes promised me maybe.
Nobody talks to me and I'm all alone.
People in this place, people are full of shit.
And in it's place I'm over it.
I've got the right mind to call it in.
I'm season the sun stays even the words turn good.
In a heat wave it's understood,
Nobody gives a damn for their neighbor.
Hughes
Hughes promised me maybe.
Nobody talks to me and I'm alone.
You got a bed here, you got a place to stay.
And it's clear you're on your way.
I won't tell your friends a thing.