I've learned to cook so many times I still can't paint inside my lines I miss your vans the ones you drew on With your pentagrams I fall asleep inside your car Passing out to NPR So drive me home but not too fast Take me back to when you'd call me every other day I miss my friends I miss my room I can't stand to watch you trip up every other day I miss my friends I miss my room I've learned to cook so many times I still can't paint inside my own lines Take me back to when you'd call me every other day I miss my friends I miss my room I can't stand to watch you trip up every other day I miss my friends I miss my room