Grand Theft Autumn/Where is Your Boy

When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you. You need him. I could be him... I could be an accident but I'm still trying. That's more than I can say for him. Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman. Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town. Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my a*s and call you... but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.