Are my CD cases buzzing in your glovebox?
The ones I made for every road trip.
Collecting dust on every sad acoustic song
The ones I thought would speak between
Our awkward silence
Louder than the speaker
We know we're trying
Conversations get weaker
I'd be lying if I told you that I was okay
The lyric would've gave it away
I hope that your boyfriend likes my taste in music
While you get undressed it plays
Our lonely theme song
Oooh
We know we're trying
Lovers in a dead end