Phoebe Bridgers – “Smoke Signals”

I want to live at
The Holiday Inn
Where somebody else makes the bed
We’ll watch TV while
The lights on the street
Put all the stars to death
It’s been on my mind since Bowie died
Just checking out to hide from life
And all of our problems, I’m gonna solve ’em
With you riding shot-gun, speeding, ’cause fuck the cops