Backroads, driving
City, mileage
Eyes closed, blinded
Hear me crying
It's like I just waited to die
Take me, break it
Hold it, control it
What if I'm just waiting to die
It's not like you ever drove me home
We walk in the trees, yeah
And play make believe, oh
Forceful Mable
Maple flavor in her palms
How could she be so wrong
Sweetness is my weakness
Angels are so graceful when they leave
And she never danced with me
We walk in the trees, yeah
And play make believe, oh
I just can't take it no more
Weekend trips that I'm holding on to
In the back of my phone
I keep pictures of you
Cause I wish it were us
And I wish it were you
I saw your best friend on 6th street in June
I wonder if she could live without you
The way that I do
Weekend trips that I hold for too long
I've got pictures of you
In the back of my phone
I wish it was us
Somebody is waiting on you
Some bodies wasted