We have our master plan,   bottled and canned   living in the 352   steps one and two,   walk home drunk, wake up confused   with a stranger next to you.   the copied costumes and conversation    they seem to be constantly making this into a strip mall kind of town.   i use my credit card to buy alchohol,   student loan spent at the mall, and    i may be going brok   but i'm never breaking down      We have our history    just you and me    but our future gets talked away   steps 3 and 4,   staying drunk and sit on this porch,   planning to escape    we're two trucks stops off the interstate,   the promised land with a twist of fate,   we're a town for all the lost and found   so sit tight in your smokey room   still buzzed from this afternoon,   i may be going broke,   but i'm never broken down