Desperate Times

You took a selfie with your Dog this morning, you said While you were sleeping in Smoking a spliff in your bed I never felt so much From so little so quick It seemed to good tobe true Which means it probably is You live in San Antone I'm in Los Angeles That ain't exactly close Now that you mentioned it I saved some sick days up For a solo road trip And Texas is on my list 'Cause when the get weird The weird get high It's when you dance with death That you know you're alive I've got some good mezcal And the will to survive Yes these are desperate measures But these are desperate times I've bought a camper van Off of a teenage kid Hail Mary to the gods, California Cashed out my bank account Gave away my shit Just to shake things up Just to scratch that itch I probably should not say Just how down I am To meet you in my bathroom Of a gas station A thousand miles away From anywhere I've never been Just to feel like a human again 'Cause when the get weird The weird get high It's when you dance with death That you know you're alive I've got some good mezcal And the will to survive Yes these are desperate measures But these are desperate times How many glasses of wine Over a six inch screen Before my will resigns And my judgement recedes Cross these divided states Into a stranger's arms Hail Mary keep me Keep me, keep me 'Cause when the get weird The weird get high It's when you dance with death That you know you're alive I've got some good mezcal And the will to survive Yes these are desperate measures But these are desperate times