Weeping Tile - I'm Late lyrics

I'm late I hate this Super 8 I'd like to be at home We could start from scratch I'm not attached Just lead me to the buffer zone High on burning leaves And the hot suburb breeze There's a parking lot out back By the ice machine and the putting green I lost my room key I can't get it back I'm like a suped up harlot On a downtown drag I gotta say this view Is not the best I've had It's not the best I've had Draining the pool in a heatwave Is cruel From up here on the second story You take a picture On this miracle mile You could be anywhere in the Country It's sad but it's true It's conglomerate goo It's part-time low-fat money Fake gra** and take-out You could be anywhere in the country I'm like a suped up harlot On a downtown drag I gotta say this view is It's not the best I've had I'm like a suped up harlot On a downtown drag I gotta say this view Is not the best I've had The best I've had But it's not that bad It's not that bad It's love-hate Love-hate It's love-hate