Torn Ticket Blues

Torn

ticket on the hardwood floor

Bottle service but I want some more

Your speakerphone is laughing too loud Then it goes quiet in this

empty crowd

(ooh,

yeah)

We are running out of soft crimes now Paying for the bottles

that we just throw down Caught inside the static of a golden

frame

No one even cares to say your name

Two glasses on a plastic tray

We try to find a different game to play But every whisper

is a stolen key

And you don't even look at me

(wait, listen) I found the letter that you never sent

Showing everywhere the money went

It wasn't just a lifestyle,

it was a plan

To leave before the final act began

(ooh, yeah)

We are running out of soft crimes now Paying for the bottles

that we just throw down Caught inside the static of a golden

frame

No one even cares to say your name