Driving down the PCH, with a cigarette in my hand
Not sure why I'm feeling this way, but I'm sick in the head
Driving down the PCH, with a cigarette in my hand
Not sure why I'm feeling this way, but I'm sick in the head
If you want, I can switch my mood
If you want, I'll give a call or two
Down in Santa Monica, driving through
But all that was on my mind, was you
Was you
And your eyes resemble the stars
Do our best to not lose who we are
Driving down the PCH, with a cigarette in my hand
Not sure why I'm feeling this way, but I'm sick in the head
Driving down the PCH, with a cigarette in my hand
Not sure why I'm feeling this way, but I'm sick in the head
What the hell do you expect me to do
When the past few months have been hell on earth
Everything I did, I did it all for you
Now all I got is my self worth
I guess it's time we do this my way
The way you're breaking me feels like a migraine
I hope it hurts when you hear my name
I'm cruising the Pacific Coast Highway