Driving around the country, Or writing songs in my bathroom. Just need a little time, To get over you and I. I just need a little time, To not romanticize, Every single step that I take. Every single promise that you break. And I'm sure I'd be much happier if I, Didn't depend on you to smile. And I guess I should apologize for getting stoned on your back porch. While all my school friends cheered me on, As if sucking at life could've been a fucking sport. You should've never seen me in that condition. Please believe me when I say, I never want to touch that shit again. It's not for me. So I called my Mom immediately. And I said "please come pick me up, because this time I really mean it, I really fucked up." Driving around the country, Or writing songs in my bathroom. It all looks the same. It all feels the same without you. Without you.