Make a move to quick, it might be the end
Over knowing who’s doomed and who’s to dig
My ceilings seem the same and feelings for the fame
Yes, I’m stuck out in the state that I’m in

Plucked out on plate without a pen
Can’t remember what I’ve ate or where I’ve been
All I know is I’m headed home to that secret street unknown
Thus, I’m stuck out in the state that I’m in

Boxed inside a church without the ten
Just got outta work with keys to lend
I’m looking to get paid for the songs I’ve never played
Plus, I’m stuck out in the state that I’m in

Snuck out with some z’s I couldn’t catch
Yes, I slept until the dreams were flooding fast
Guests are over soon, next morning or afternoon
Trusting, I’m stuck out in the state that I’m in

I saw you’re in a blaze of red hot smoke
I remember fire’s hot and what you wrote
Love lending a hand, thumbs are working all they can
Sup, I’m stuck out in the state that I’m in

I can see you one hundred percent but not in person
We’ve agreed all that we need is division
Rather make a move when you’ve got few motions to
Than be stuck out in the state that I’m in
Must be stuck out in the state that I’m in
Just me stuck out in the state that I’m in