Someone Called While You Were Out

Tried to say hell to the rat race

Tried to make my escape

Pictures of parties and their faces under blue light

And their voices all on tape

Can I become what I think I am?

Try to find my weekend man

Or will I become what I most fear?

I bloomed too late now winter's near

All of the guys think that it's bullshit

I have better things to write about

But can you tell me that it's better this way

Someone called while you were out

Can I become what I think I am?

Try to find my weekend man

And in its place a smoking gun

Right before the weekend's done

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Can I become what I think I am?

Try to find my weekend man

And in its place a smoking gun

Right before the weekend's done

Can I become what I think I am?

What I think I am