Wendy's Trash Can

I'm up to my eyeballs
In red neon suits and spray-on tans
I'm down to my underwear
'Cause I threw it all away in a Wendy's trash can
Ooh
I've lost track of all the cups of coffee that I've dropped into the sand
I've found every shred of shit that makes me feel at home in a barren wasteland
Ooh
It's not the same
(It's not the same)
It's not the same
As the picture I had painted in my brain
It's not the same
(It's not the same)
It's not the same
At all
Shred for me!
I'm two days away in a stolen '98 Saturn sedan
I'm two thousand miles from the clothes I threw away in a Wendy's trash can
It's not the same
(It's not the same)
It's not the same
As the picture I had painted in my brain
It's not the same
(It's not the same)
It's not the same
At all
I'm on a lightning bolt of cosmic self-expression
I'm listenin' to "Band on the Run"
And that's it