Star-spangled in a desert trench, uh-huh
In a Ford car out of gas, uh-huh, mm
You tell me you miss her in hieroglyphics

Withhold
Flip it off
Whistle
Whistle, mm

Spying on her, halfway dressed, uh-huh, mm
Trickle of blood down your lips, uh-huh, mm
You tell me you guessed it in hieroglyphics

Withhold
Peripheral
Whistle
Hands on, mm

Shot myself without meaning to, uh-huh
Shackled and clasped, echoes back too soon, uh-huh, mm
Don't ask for permission, it's hunting season

Withhold
Flip it off
Whistle
Hands hold
Withhold
Flip it on
Whistle
Whistle