Tune Out

I like to write in a booth at a burger joint
I read the Bible but I miss the point
Put on a leather strap and pray
That I could go on with my day
(and)
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now

Everywhere I look around I think of you
We had it all and I never knew
Let's ride our bikes to the bungalow
Turn up the music and the lights real low
(and)
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now

Call me lonesome call me blue
I've got no one else but you
Maybe I'll just throw a cup
Maybe I'll just join a cult
And tune out

Curled up on our bed our little cat
Looking just like a Russian hat
Whatever's left of you and me
We're gonna get it back if we

Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now
Tune Out
Tune Out
Tune out for a little bit now