Downtown with my baby on a Saturday night
Push start the car, but the feeling was right
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh

You lived next to the club down on Montrose Street
We could listen to The Pixies from your bedroom suite
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh

We break in the museum in the middle of the night
Run from the security and out of the light
I miss those old days with my beautiful friend
I'm wondering where you are
And how the hell have you been

Downtown with my baby on a Saturday night
Push start the car, and the feeling was right
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh

Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck
Where did you go?
Yeah, so I'm calling you up, up
Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck it

Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up

Blow up the mattress and we slept on the floor
Black polka dot bikini you wore, uh
We sit and talk about how good all the sex is
Yeah, 'cause it was bad with our exes

Remember music, yeah, when it didn't suck
I tried to write for you like Morrissey would
Instead, I stumbled through the songs in the back of my truck
You said you loved the way I sing
'Cause its depressing as fuck, fuck

Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck
Where did you go?
Yeah, so I'm calling you up, up
Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck it

Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up (hey)

Yeah, I'm, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm
Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm

Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck
Where did you go?
Yeah, so I'm calling you up, up
Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck it

Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up

Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck
Where did you go?
Yeah, so I'm calling you up, up
Where'd you go?
It's depressing as fuck, fuck it

Yeah, I'm calling you up
Yeah, I'm calling you up

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