Oh, these happy lights
These crappy lights
An amber, red, and tangerine
Across the dash tonight
Yeah, I came so far
I kept a sickening speed
I burned all my friends
And all my gasoline
These happy lights

Well, my simpleness is killing me
Tonight, it's really dragged me out
With the patience of a lunatic
The vision of an owl
This night has lit up like a slot machine
Like a Christmas tree
I burned, I burned all my friends
And I burned all my weed

Just stuck in this summer night
Just burning my blue flame bright
And you know I'm doing just fine
But tell Mama I might not make it homе tonight

Stuck in this summer night
Stuck with these happy lights
But I might keep bawling till I'm dry
And I might not makе it home tonight
Yeah, I might not make it