The later I stay up the more I get by On these broken car speakers that carry me through the night I guess when I sit and think about it It was all a game, we played a little different but the pieces were the same You needed me to kiss your ass and maybe some money for gas I needed to feel like someone was there at all Like someone was there at all And these old habits I won't let them stick (I'm not coming around) We can't pretend it won't come up on us quick But here it is, crushing These friendships (These friendships) Were nothing but a bunch of blown smoke And two egos that just broke And pictures that were already burning And maybe I kept you around because this city Was too much to down alone But now I now It's much better when we stop pretending And there's no time to sing along Down the river, with the tracks at our back.