I drove from your house
Never felt so alone
Driving where there's no streetlights
I just wanna be home
There's a polar nostalgic feeling creeping over me
When I know it's these roads, unfortunately familiar streets
Comparing my mistakes to others
Somehow the gravity of mine shut you out
And I don't want you to suffer
I'll probably survive
Unless you want to, don't doubt
I see I'm on your mind and I don't wanna be
Babe, I'm living fast I won't be here next week
It's hard to feel purpose
When everyone shuts you down
One day I'll be six under
Rotting underground
No, these aren't tears
I'm bleeding memories from my eyes
I know I'm burning
Don't put out my last light
I wish it didn't end
But people grow older
Grew opposing directions
R.I.P. closure