I Got It

When I picked up the phone
The words were simple
I need some time alone
Read like a riddle
I wish I'd never found
A clue so hinting
I shouldn't touch your phone
Cause now I'm thinking
I got it I will burn my shit
Done with it maybe time
To start over
I got it I will go off grid I'll commit
And live like a loner
So I filled up the car
And watched the needle
And when it hit the bar
Oh shit it's diesel
So I'm running inside
To figure out this mess
But at the end of the line
The clerk is shaking his head
When I return to the ride
I take a look at my keys
On the seat where I sat
And I'm thinking



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Sutherland, Hendrik Dyga, Johannes Grote, Niclas Steinkamp
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