send me an email when you're sober but i wasn't even drunk so go to hell, miss rydell yeah, go to hell miss rydell so go to hell go to hell this is
The road is winding down And the dirt from underneath my shoes Is leaving traces of The way I used to be And how there were times when the sun Choked
I'll take the wheel in an exit or two The Florida coastline looks better than it ever used to, And I wonder How much this van will take while on the
see this We're just getting older, a little wiser But whats that have to do with the moment Don't let it go I'll never let it go Who's on the wheel? Who
Walking through the streets with empty pockets and a cough to go along With a blurred point of view I?m passing churches on my left Along my path I find
I blend these colors and shades Paint only the simple things and spend my time regurgitating lines Spewing them out my insides I swear it?s only these
I can taste the air and it?s obnoxious to my tongue Where?s the summer that I once knew? I want to feel like a new pair of shoes unscathed and not broken
