My Spare Time

My spare time, yeah, that's who I'm talkin' to
And I followed it out here lookin' for some solitude
Pass the blue traffic lights
Forget about your lies
And that's where I find
My spare time

Weekend blues, dancin' with the quarrymen
It's the realest thing, but my baby's a skeleton
There's nothing on my mind when I look into his eyes
And that's where I find
My spare time

Paradise is all I really need
It's just me and Mr. Capps and that's all it'll ever be
There's a good moon on the rise so I assume you meant goodbye
These things happen in

My spare time, yeah, that's who I'm talkin' to
And I followed it out here looking for some bitter news
Pass the blue traffic lights
Forget about your lies
And that's where I find
My spare time



Credits
Writer(s): Savannah Campbell
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