Odds - Mal Blum

We’ll get high at the Waffle House

Doesn’t matter what we talk about

Did you sweat through your sheets last night

Or did you bleach the blood out of 'em?

You’ve been tryin' to control yourself

What’s a boundary if you cannot break it?

I’ve been wonderin' that myself

Because despite my better nature, all of it

All I want is for someone to take advantage of me

I’ll bet you don’t know any other way

It doesn’t matter what I want

Another night, nothing at all

Because it always ends the same

What do the odds say?

Let’s just meet at the restaurant

I’ll only be a couple hours late

It’s not that I didn’t wanna go

I don’t know what I meant to say

But I’ve been prayin' to a god

That I mocked since I was young

'Cause I can hold a grudge so long it leads me

On and on and on and on and

All that I want is for someone to take advantage of me

I’ll bet you don’t know any other way

It doesn’t matter what I want

Why should it matter what I want?

Because it always ends the same

What do the odds say?

21 to the Waffle House

I keep a jack in my back pocket

Think you’ve got me figured out

We have more than you think in common

I’ve been tryin' to control myself

No pound of flesh if my heart’s not pumping

I know nobody gives a shit but you can’t say I’m not adjusting

'Cause all that I want is for someone to take advantage of me

Because I don’t know any other way

It doesn’t matter what I want

It’s never mattered what I want

Because it always ends the same

What do the odds say?