Courtney Marie Andrews - Sex Dreams Lyrics

Indoor flight
Time to say goodnight, time to call it a day
Men in drag, smoking in the taxi cab
Dancers wave as we pass them on the strip
Fancy white sheets
You call to talk of your sex dreams
I remember when you meant something to me

Now you're dealing packs of cards for dollar bills
When we all know that sadness doesn't sell
I think that you need help
Is it wrong to say I think that you need help?

Record temperatures
The Memphis blues in our ears
The washed out junkies sing for a beer
Laughs of prostitutes
They're smiling trying to escort you
But they really just need somewhere to go
I'm trying to be myself, cause I'm 20 now and I already know the routes around hell

So I'm selling everything that I have
And I'm moving this twisted heart to the Northwest
To have an affair with my newfound prince
And we'll drink away our nights with poker hands and sinner grins
And no one can say anything
Yeah no one can say anything