It's looking like the road is out ahead
Been getting by on cruise control
Now with brakes locked up
I'm thinking about what you said
You could never do this on your own
If you don't change your ways
You'll be dying here miserable and all alone
I was acting like I didn't care
I bet your Mom thinks we're lost
And your Dad is drunk wondering why we're not there
All of these thoughts are racing through my head
Reaching for the radio, eyes off the road
Missing what's ahead
You're making it out of St. Mary's
I'm drinking her in
Everything I thought that I wanted
Never coming back again
There's nothing really quite like being dead
Even though I see your face
The way you sound is fading out in my head
I could never make this up to you
All this time I've wasted here it won't compare
To living with the truth