Market Hotel

I came over on the JMZ Dad took a car service to Mr. Kiwi And he's texting me now "Are you playing on time?" "We're either going last or we're first out of five" I'm working three fucking jobs I'm too embarrassed to die I do door here some nights that's why we've met three or more times before His face is blank, "can I borrow your amp?" But he asks it to my boyfriend like I'm not in the band. I'm just an adult dirtbag Sneak me inside of your backpack Take me around 'cause I can't take myself I'm playing an adult, you're just playing yourself I came over, I come over, and I'll keep coming over whatever the purpose, here comes no one