Detour Queen

Add it or do, let's stir on my frizz, go or tie, bills all changed, sleep by midnight, then she takes you home, oh, you're free tonight. Five minutes later, I'm learning that lie. She climbed in bed and with a ball cap low, kicked my player into the floor, pulled blows, said, where we're going? And I said, I don't know. She laughed, good, and she now just drives slow. Every time she hops in my passenger seat, All my good intentions Tucked down in the trees She's my detail queen, my off-frame dream Found a stake, shot a life to a sideways dream Had a plan on favor, had a map all clean I scribbled up a rose where her names didn't sing Yeah, lose my place when she leans on the inch Had a cried night in for a wild head grin World's safe boys stick to the rad routine But my heart keeps following that deep We were supposed to hit town for just one drink. Next thing I know is last call. Brings you dancing on a table to a cover band. Stealing French fries from a stranger's hand. Mouse awakes and y'all behave. She shot back maybe after the grave. We'll slip that laugh into the alley wasting. Blue lights blinking on our rear view beam. I said this And my brake foot lost to my gas pedal run. She's my detour queen, my old friend. Drains her straight shot life to a sideways stream. High plan on paper, had enough all playing. Now I scribbled up roads where her name's been seen. Yeah, lose my place, but she leans on and take quiet down. My daddy says I used to be a decent kid Back before I started doing what I never did But I was just a list standing early alone Just a tore off a page and took my own Now my future's got coffee stains And pen sketch turns But the best parts of life are the minds So I quaint my off-rame dream Turn a straight shot of life to a sideways dream I had rills and schedules, safe and lean Now it's maybe night beaches and a small town scene Yeah, I'll lose my place when she sings my name But I'll never fail right in the straight line lane If the good roads smooth and the wide roads mean I'm still right shotgun With my detour comb