1,000 Ruined Holidays - 24hrs, Charlee Remitz

Betrayal in busloads

All the kids at home

All the kids who’ve heard my name

Been asking their friends a lot about me

«Do you think she’ll make it big?

It’s okay you can tell me I won’t tell her if you don’t»

They gettin' desperate tryin' to find someone who doesn’t think so

They been droppin' surveys in mailboxes

Waiting outside a hundred garages

Hoping someone will finally knock and

Too threatened to ever drop it

Free flowing boxed wine pouring out of spickets

They scared of parkin' too close and gettin' tickets

I’m scared of pullin' triggers

Scared of it slippin' through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name

And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me

They got the freezer door open

Cooling the whole state

Flutes in the cupboard

Ready with the chilled champagne

Dreaming of bitter ends

And toasting fallen friends

Nursing bruised tiptoes

Though all the kids I know

Are gonna talk about me anyway

I could stand in the corner all night long behind the drunk girls dancing

And they would chatter all about me while the drunkards get distressed

«If she thinks she’s so good then why hasn’t she made it yet?»

They been talkin' dates like they can’t wait to see me

They’re gettin' nervous that I’m gettin' busy

The mountains miss you it’s been pretty chilly

How’s Hollywood, are you close to the city?

Are you close to the city?

Are you close to the city?

Free flowing boxed wine pouring outta spickets

They scared of parkin' too close and gettin' tickets

I’m scared of pullin' triggers

Scared of it slippin' through my fingers

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name

And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me

They got the freezer door open

Cooling the whole state

Flutes in the cupboard

Ready with the chilled champagne

Dreaming of bitter ends

And toasting fallen friends

I guess I ruin lame parties when I walk in

Just the fact that I’m on my feet

Means they can’t raise a glass to my efforts yet

I got a million eyes starin' my way

Hatin' me

It’s like I ruined their holidays

They call me back so they can push me away

Give me a taste

Of a thousand ruined holidays

I wonder how many dorm room walls have heard my name

And how many clouds of hookah they been blowin' ‘bout me

They got the freezer door open

Cooling the whole state

Flutes in the cupboard

Ready with the chilled champagne

Dreaming of bitter ends

And toasting fallen friends