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Paid Time Off — Lyrics

Artist: Noah Kahan

Album: The Great Divide


I called you But I'd of run out of words So I stared at the plastic Collidin' with dirt At the fast food Sign out in Leb I prepared for the warfare With the voice in my head And I thought it was strange How the letters were placed How the hiring sign Seemed to laugh in my face And if you were here, you'd make a joke of it I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it And I see you drive in And your love is like an open flame I'm a running car, you're a closed garage Someone once told us there's a world out there But we don't care enough to drive that far It's been a damn near perfect day Just getting high at the outlet mall Most people grow up and they move away But you don't care and I don't mind at all I got the car, you got the bag A handwritten note left from mom and dad Police scanner bouncing on the dash Cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash I had the brains for a city job But you got the taste of a county cop Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off Such simple lines They drew to make this place In the interest of time We got a whole lot to waste And your love is like an open flame I'm a running car, you're a closed garage Someone once said there's a world out there But we don't care enough to drive that far It's been a damn near perfect day Just getting high at the outlet mall People grow and they move away But you don't care and I don't mind at all You don't care and I don't mind at all I got the car, you got the bag Handwritten note left from mom and dad A police scanner bouncing on the dash A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash I had the brains for a city job But you got the taste of a county cop Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off