Well it's 6:50 and a one way ticket home

Standing with Jeroen at the station by the smoking pole
And you can call it what you want call it what you will
But till this buzz wears off man I'm indestructible
The smell of coffee and cheap cologne
Suits and skirts staring at their cell phones
And I'm counting my blessings I ain't one of them
Fall into my seat as we pull out of the station