Showers

We live like the world is ours
Full time jobs with trucks packed up showers
Golden skies and broken bottles
But we don't care we're full throttle
Like dancing on the beach wasn't enough
Driving for hours and music and stuff
Hard feelings for new days
Everybody yelling their own way
And the trees all sway to the beat
But I'm just trying to get out of the heat
Wet and tired and ready to die
Don't tell me that, I don't want you to lie
Let's curl up in a ball
Leaning against the wall in the hall
All the lights off and a candle for atmosphere
I think I could maybe just stay here