You can trust me not to drink and not to sleep around
Did you hear the sound

Rolling drunks hopeless romantics, gin blossoms
Rolling around town
Cops chasing them around

Not your idea of fun?
Mine neither
Living like a kid
Well I wanted to write this piece

Do you think I can crash here?
Sure, you are the best I, would, ever have
And tomorrow, we can drive around
And let the cops chase us around