Desperate Times

You took a selfie with your
Dog this morning, you said
While you were sleeping in
Smoking a spliff in your bed
I never felt so much
From so little so quick
It seemed to good tobe true
Which means it probably is

You live in San Antone
I'm in Los Angeles
That ain't exactly close
Now that you mentioned it
I saved some sick days up
For a solo road trip
And Texas is on my list

'Cause when the get weird
The weird get high
It's when you dance with death
That you know you're alive
I've got some good mezcal
And the will to survive
Yes these are desperate measures
But these are desperate times

I've bought a camper van
Off of a teenage kid
Hail Mary to the gods, California
Cashed out my bank account
Gave away my shit
Just to shake things up
Just to scratch that itch

I probably should not say
Just how down I am
To meet you in my bathroom
Of a gas station
A thousand miles away
From anywhere I've never been
Just to feel like a human again

'Cause when the get weird
The weird get high
It's when you dance with death
That you know you're alive
I've got some good mezcal
And the will to survive
Yes these are desperate measures
But these are desperate times

How many glasses of wine
Over a six inch screen
Before my will resigns
And my judgement recedes
Cross these divided states
Into a stranger's arms
Hail Mary keep me
Keep me, keep me

'Cause when the get weird
The weird get high
It's when you dance with death
That you know you're alive
I've got some good mezcal
And the will to survive
Yes these are desperate measures
But these are desperate times