We hit the road we had ten hours left on our drive
Level of sanity going out the window
Who knows what lays ahead
And all I see is the endless headlights flying away
You're sick of me I'm sick of you
lets pull off and just talk this one through
To turn around to walk away you'll be leaving
but I'll be here to stay
One way to go the direction undetermined
Rand McNally goes flying out the window
With empty bottles and broken spirits
the endless headlights are flying away
When I was younger I leapt at the chance
Now that I'm older I wonderIf I had it to do all over again would I do anything different
Way too much time and bullshit on my mind
I feel like I'm falling to pieces
The smoke surrounds your head
you don't wanna be there
I can hear you when you're falling
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