Got home, got back in my van and drove,Grabbed my last three dollars and forgot my phone,Proving not a single soul we know is losing their old habits.So, Kevin, if you're listening,You really messed this up.The Pony is lonely, becoming one with the rest,But if you ask me, there's a damn good reasonWhy a reputation like yours exists.She'll save me a spot on the couch.The couch where she calls home.And she'll toast to you in her living room,Where dinner and second-rate broadcastingAre all we know.
Lyrics by Into It. Over It.
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