And we drive all night to the same radio static
And we are growing up to the same noise every year
when death controls every part of our existence
it's hard to find another soul to turn to.
"This isn't what I thought would happen"
you told me on the balcony after I had kissed you.
"It hurts to be the one who is always misunderstood
and it's always weird when someone wants to get to know me
so often I retreat back into my shell of an existence
It's best if you let me lay here,
it's best if you just keep me at home."
"This isn't what I asked for" you had said
You were always sucker for things I wished to avoid
Living in your car, in the middle of a Texas winter
It's not too cold, but the weather is still getting you down.