Gas station

Saw a guy looking lost late at night

Dropping off dreams under a flickering light

The gas fumes danced in the chilly air

Felt like a sitcom moment right there

He shuffled around like he owned the lot

Still

He carried the vibe like he lost the plot

Awkward as heck I had to confess

We had a bed in the car pure chaotic mess

Gas station blues neon lights hum low

Life’s a sitcom wherever you go

From pumps to moons we all play the part

Laughing our way through this rolling art

The guy mumbled something I couldn’t hear

Like a poet lost but with no Shakespeare

I offered him fries but he waved me away

A gas station tale to define my day

Oh the pump it beeped the night stood still

Awkwardness danced like a ten-dollar bill

The moments we find in the strangest places

Feel like plot twists with quirky faces

Gas station blues neon lights hum low

Life’s a sitcom wherever you go

From pumps to moons we all play the part

Laughing our way through this rolling art