I sat down
And found an iPhone
In the taxi
On the way home
Maybe I should go
And pawn it at the corner store
But right when I'm looking over
I see a message from the owner
That says he has some cash
And sends me the address
Even though I know it's the right thing
I can't help but feel I'm itching to get high
And what if he's not rich?
And hands me a fiver for the drive
There I go
Going again
It's nice to be your friend
But every time I buy these thrift store pants don't fit my waist
Don't fit my waist
Don't fit my waist
I tried to justify it
I kept the man waiting
But it really started stressing me out
I kept a conversation going with his mistress
But his wife was trying to see his whereabouts
I'm right round the corner now
There's still time to pull away
Maybe that was what I should've said
Right before the jump
(get the money yeah)
Even though I know can't change things
I was looking rather sheepish in the eyes
And what if he's been told?
That I'm the boy who tried to pawn his phone
There I go
Going again
It's nice to be your friend
But every time I buy these thrift store pants don't fit my waist
Don't fit my waist
Don't fit my waist
