

(wait... where are we
going?)
Took the long way home just to watch the meter rise Two
AM headlights reflecting in your eyes Tourist on the corner looking for
a sign While I count the exits running out of time And
I still got that spare key to your old back door We
count the exits in the room tonight Under the artificial ceiling light
Keeping secrets that we never quite confessed
Just another beautiful, expensive mess (yeah)
Your GPS is broken,
we just circle round the block
I got this heavy metal sitting in my sock
A spare key to a place where I don't live no more
Looking at the high-end labels on the floor Insecure glam,
acting like we made it far
Counting down the exits from the backseat of a car We count
the exits in the room tonight Under the artificial ceiling light Keeping
secrets that we never quite confessed Just another beautiful,
expensive mess (yeah, oh-oh)
Exits on the highway,
exits in my mind
Leaving all the polished promises behind (still got that key...)
Just a spare key in my hand
Two AM, we never planned it (never planned it...)