Double-Wide Lyrics

She's always a picture you didn't know you'd get.
Today it's her cleavage in an off-the-shoulder dress
that's a little more tight but fit nice in '85.
Now follow her please to the booth by the window.

She drops menus on the table like a bad relationship.
She used to like the small talk but she's gotten over it.
And she's so very tired, see, quitin' time's unclear
'cause this summer job has last 27 years.

And now sometimes she likes makin' the new girls cry.
And sometimes she walks slower if you're stuck behind.
Yeah, it's just so different than what she'd pictured.
It's just so fucking quiet at her double-wide.
It's so quiet at her double-wide.

Tube tops were for white trash and screamed an easys score.
Why fall for the bull if you could get the matador?
Well, she made her plans' yeah her standards gonna land her
on a tree lined street in a house that had french doors.

In a room of wasted days he walked in like time well spent.
She loved that matador. She loved him with intent.
Then one day he left. She understands it now.
He was shoppin' full price and she was only discount.

And now sometimes she likes makin' the new girls cry.
And sometimes she walks slower if you're stuck behind.
Yeah, it's just so different than what she'd pictured.
It's just so quiet at night in her double-wide.
It's so quiet at her double-wide.

She misses her son but remembers fondly when
It was just the 2 of them. Her dresses fit her then.
There's the macrame owl he made in 2nd grade.
From the bottom of a bottle it kinda looks ok.

The all-skate's almost over. She'll miss the glitter ball.
You know it makes everything look better;
even if it's really not better at all.

And now sometimes she cries when the new girls say goodbye.
And now somtimes she walks slower 'cause she's just so far behind.
Yeah it's just so different than what she pictured.
Yeah it's just so fucking quiet at her double-wide.
It's so quiet at her double-wide.
At her double-wide.
At her double-wide.