Sex Dreams - Courtney Marie Andrews

Indoor flight

Time to say goodnight, time to call it a day

Men in drag, smoking in the taxi cab

Dancers wave as we pass them on the strip

Fancy white sheets

You call to talk of your sex dreams

I remember when you meant something to me

I remember when you meant something to me

Now you’re dealing packs of cards for dollar bills

When we all know that sadness doesn’t sell

I think that you need help

Is it wrong to say I think that you need help?

Record temperatures

The Memphis blues in our ears

The washed out junkies sing for a beer

Laughs of prostitutes

They’re smiling to try and escort you

But they really just need somewhere to go

And I’ve been trying to be myself

'Cause I’m 20 now and I already know

The routes around Hell

So I’m selling everything that I have

And I’m moving this twisted heart to the Northwest

To have an affair with my new-found prince

Drink away our nights with poker hands and sinner grins

And no one can say anything

Yeah, no one can say anything

Yeah, no one can say anything

Yeah, no one can say anything