I used to meet you once my dad was in bed In your room at the motel down by I-10 You've been there since I met you, you still haven't left yet It's as good of a home in this town that you can get We'd go out to the bar, get fucked up till my makeup smeared Then come back, do whatever we wanted, 'cause God can't see us here We would climb to the rooftop, dance naked, and talk about jumping off Then climb down, let you do what you want to me, don't stop I woke up on that Sunday to news that they got you We both knew it would end on the day that they caught you (Ah-ah) You shot yourself in the head as they battered your door through Highway Killer, babe, that's what they called you I skipped town, I don't wanna be seen If they come around asking questions to my family About why there's all these traces of me On your dirty motel sheets I'm sorry, baby I'm sorry I'm sorry Please don't hate me If I had never met you, I would graduate next week If I had never met you, I never would have seen the bodies by the creek If I had never met you, I'd never know how bad a corpse stinks But now you're gone, and the light's back on at the motel reading Vacancy