Massachusetts Plates

Got a pocket full of Charlie cards And shooting stars Getting off near Fenway Park Scratching sick and stark The kid can't seem to outrun his past Not that you asked So he pays the man For small balloons and bags And swears each time's the last Of all the crazy shit I never thought I'd say I'd rather be in traffic stuck Behind some stupid motherfucker With Massachusetts plates Falling out down in Copley Square And threw up everywhere The light's still on But there ain't no one there He's just a vacant stare Not my scene That's not what I mean I swear this isn't me Can't stay clean Sweat and grind my teeth And drink myself to sleep Of all the crazy shit I never thought I'd say I'd rather be in traffic stuck Behind some stupid motherfucker With Massachusetts plates We fell through Brookline avenue The last place I saw you