This isn’t where I wanna be
Your friends car, the oldies
Cause these things just end the same
Front seat back, but all I heard was rain
As it beat down on the hood
You said that this night could get good
Just because it can, doesn’t mean it should
Doesn’t mean it should
Your friends car, the oldies
Cause these things just end the same
Front seat back, but all I heard was rain
As it beat down on the hood
You said that this night could get good
Just because it can, doesn’t mean it should
Doesn’t mean it should
You made me sick on the drive home
The slow route, and toll roads
You make it clear I’m not alone
I’m not alone
So I lay down, get comfort
Speak small words and numbers
I count every single second we were here
And then you whispered in my ear
Do you want to go?
I don’t know
Why is so unsure?
Collider
You made me sick on the drive home
The slow route, and toll roads
You make it clear I’m not alone
But all I want to know
Is who you think you are is this who you want to be
Cause you thought you found a coward
When you put your hands on me
To hell with you and your, I don’t need you anymore
I don’t need you anymore
To hell with you and yours
You made me sick on the drive home
The slow route, and toll roads
You make it clear I’m not alone
All I want to know who
Is who you think you are is this who you want to be
Cause you thought you found a coward
When you put your hands on me
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A Place Of Our Own
The Earth Pushed Back
My Oldest Friend
Make The Best Of It