"Paid Time Off" lyrics - NOAH KAHAN

I called you, but I've run outta words
So I stared at the plastic, colliding with dirt
At the fast food sign, out and left
I prepare for the warfare with the voice in my head
And I found it strange, how the letters were placed
How the hiring sign seemed to laugh in my face
And, if you were here, you'd make a joke of it
I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it
'Til I see you drive in

[Chorus:]
And your love is like an open flame
Of a running car in a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus:]
I got the car, you've got the bag
A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncing on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for that city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a living working for the paid time off

Such simple lines, they drew to make this place
In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race

[Chorus:]
And our love is like an open flame
Of a running car in a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

Such simple lines, they drew to make this place
In the end, we choose to climb and not fall off the race

[Chorus:]
And our love is like an open flame
Of a running car in a closed garage
There's so much more to the world out there
But we don't care enough to drive that far
It's been a damn near-perfect day
Just getting high at the outlet mall
But people grow up and move away
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all
But you don't care, and I don't mind at all

[Post-Chorus:]
I got the car, you've got the bag
A handwritten note left from Mom and Dad
A police scanner bouncing on the dash
A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash
I had the brains for that city job
But you got the taste of a county cop
A pack of cigarettes and a round of golf
Make a living working for the paid time off