Lyrics:

We have our master plan bottled and canned
Living in the 352
Steps one and two, walk home drunk, wake up confused
With a stranger next to you

The copied costumes and conversation seem to be totally making this
Into a strip mall kind of town
I use my credit cards to buy alcohol, student loans spent at the mall and I
I may be going broke but I'm never broken down

We have our history, just you and me
But our future gets tucked away
Steps three and four, stay in drunk, sit on this porch
Planning out how to escape

'Cause we're two truck stops off the interstate, promised land with a twist of fate
We're a town for all the lost and found
So sleep tight in this smoky room, still buzzed from this afternoon and I
I may be going broke but I'm never broken down