Buffed Sky

Yeah, she rolls back
 About 4 AM until I know that
 3 AM, we chat, she thinks I know jack
 Shit it's been a while since I spat in this pit
 Saw the worry on her lips, yeah I wrote that
 She's pinging on some dizz, guess I owe a lot to that
 But her eyes are still in lid
 And her brain is still intact
 She swings solo
 Yeah, she likes to reinstate that
 She's been up for days with a strange pack
 She's looking for a guy who's more than laid back
 And not the Holden type, the ride by J.D. Salinger
 But she likes my Slazenger
 The way it holds slack
 Lanky piece of shit, but she don't know that
 Her man is 'round the corner with a chrome bat
 He wants to knock my head in, hear my bone crack
 So I'll stay solo
 Yeah, I'll fly solo
 Oh I'll swing solo
 Yeah, we stay solo