High Road

So, just so you

know, I get high a lot.

Like a lot a lot.

Any three things

can be a triangle.

Any three things.

You, me, the car.

Any three things

without exception.

I send a message

at 3:
00 a.m.

It's old news to you

That I've been

drinking again

In love with you

replacin' my old friends

So if you've got the time,

this is how my story begins

They told me

I was born to lose

I got a winner's heart

But a failure's shoes

There's not much

that I can do

But if I had the chance,

I'd try to marry you

Thanks for wasting time

With me again

Well, thanks

for wasting time

On me

Your friends think

they're better than me

And if I thought real hard,

I'd have to agree

I smoke cigarettes

and too much weed

And I cuss a lot

when I drink whiskey

I wanna give you

what you need

I got a lot of flowers

and no money

There's not much

that I can be

But I swear to God

I got devil in me

Thanks for wasting time

With me again

Well, thanks

for wasting time on me

Thanks for wasting time

With me again

Well, thanks

for wasting time on me

Any three things in the

world can be a triangle.

Okay. What's you, me and this joint?

How is that a triangle?

Because we're getting high,

and it's bringing us

closer together.

Okay. I like that.

I feel like moving.

Why are you going away from me?

Are you a backseat virgin?

Maybe.

Oh, my God, you're totally

a backseat virgin.

I'm not. Yeah, you are.

I got my shoelace caught

on my e-break.

Whoo!

Cheers. Cheers.

Abundant smokehouses there tonight,

of the people who were there.

Why don't you call girls girls?

Smokehouses?

Just call them girls.

It's this kind of insensitivity

that will prevent you

from ever getting premium trim.

God! Ew. What?

Oh, my God!

I'm sorry.

But you're like my brothers.

What does that mean?

Yeah. Why did you say "trim"?

"Trim"? "Premium trim"?

Okay, let's just clear

the air, okay?

I like a girl's sniz. "Sniz"?

I love having

a mouthful of smacker.

What's smacker?

The southern muscle.

What? The muscle.

Southern muscle? Ugh!

Below the equator

lives a muscle, and...

Oh, my God.

Put your hand down, please.

You talk like a car salesman

when you talk about girls.

I wanna talk to you.

I am getting bumped up the ladder at CCR.

All right!

Oh, that's great.

I am not gonna be able

to attend rehearsals

with the same amount

of frequency that we have...

I can't go to as many... I can't

go to as many rehearsals.

Okay.

I can go to no rehearsals.

And similarly, we're gonna have

to scale back shows on my end.

I cannot go to any shows.

So I'm going on a hiatus

for a while.

So you're quitting the band?

No, I'm not quitting the band,

but I am taking, again,

a hiatus that will last indefinitely

and probably permanent.

Actually, uh, um...

Uh...

Sheila and I got... We're gonna

headline the Roxy next Saturday night.

That's awesome. Oh, my God!

Everybody was saying their good news.

I wanted to say our good news.

I didn't wanna tell you, 'cause

I didn't want you to freak out.

We're doing better

than Tor Eagle.

Right now.

I am learning many instruments.

That's why you got that fife.

Mm-hmm.

I don't think that we...

I don't have time

for Tor Eagle anymore.

Are you quitting the band too?

I'm not quitting.

I just need

to maybe take a break,

'cause we're doing better.

Define "better."

We're getting paid to do shows.

It's like Michael Jackson was good in

the beginning, but then he sucked.

Now he sucks 'cause he's fucking

dead just like we're fucking dead.

You guys are the doctor

who killed Michael Jackson.

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