Burn the midnight oil, smoke cigarettes and play
Wait around for your return as the night turns into day
Met a devil on the level with old Bobby J
Lose control when I roll and she stole my soul away
You can travel the world if you want to
Forget about me
Memories already small
Thing that bothered me most though
Was the irony of it all
You were a bitch and I was a bastard
Said it before it was fun while it lasted
Now you've restored your wings
Loose ends and tied up in things
Silly fool I'll be crowned king of Rhode Island
Lost and lonely
This don't feel like home
Breath the air, babe
Where you choose to roam
The midnight oil has just run out for you