Broken Air Conditioning

Can't listen to Ruston, can't listen to Maren
It's getting depressing riding 'round in this car
Try to tell you a story
Baby, you just ignore me
Unless I'm patting your back, calling all the rest hacks
You're the brightest star

I'm a little tired of the measuring stick
If I wasn't in love, I'd call you kind of a dick
There's a long list of those who did you wrong
But I can't keep track, it's so damn long

I can't wait to fly myself back to LA
I'll be singin' out "Dying Star" night and day
Nashville's not as cool as it used to be
Or maybe it's your broken air conditioning

You say it's survival that's got you acting like a child
You say it's your ex-wife who stole the best of your life
And your dad has got no taste, and your sister is basic
But you'll scoop up their handouts
While making fun of their Asics
And you'rе always the victim of some much bigger systеm
And this car's gettin' hotter as your singing gets louder

Can we take a break and listen to the radio?
I've heard this song twenty-five times in a row
And, baby, it's a demo from a decade ago
This Honda seems to suck the life right out of me
Or maybe it's your broken air conditioning

I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I'm so tired, I'm so tired

I'm a little tired of the measuring stick
If I wasn't in love, I'd call you kind of a dick
I'm a little tired of the broken shower
Of the IRS, of the lack of sex
I'm so tired I can't get out of bed
But you're sure it's my fault, it's all in my head

Oh, I can't wait to fly myself back to LA
I'll be singing "Bummin' Cigarettes" the whole way
Nashville's not as cool as it used to be
Or maybe it's your broken air conditioning