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Phone face down on the passenger seat
Static on the radio,
missing a beat
Two a.m. and I'm wide awake
Counting every promise that you couldn't break You said you were changing,
said you were through
Turns out the only thing changing was you
And my hands are shaking
on the wheel
Is this even real?
Driving past your street with the headlights low
Wondering if you ever really wanted me to go I’m whispering secrets
to the dark empty air Pretending that you care,
pretending you're there Yeah,
it's pathetic how I keep looking back
While my heart is derailing off of the track
Left a sweater at your place on the floor
Like a little piece of me that you could ignore
You probably tossed it out with the trash
While I’m still picking up the ash
It’s quiet in the city,
nobody else around Just the echo of the tires and the heavy
sound
And my hands are shaking
on the wheel
Is this even real?
Driving past your street with the headlights low
Wondering if you ever really wanted me to go I’m whispering secrets
to the dark empty air Pretending that you care,
pretending you're there Yeah,
it's pathetic how I keep
looking back
While my heart is derailing off of the track
And I hate that you're the first thing in my head When
I open up my eyes in my cold,
twin bed I built up a fortress just to let you right
in
Now I'm stuck at the start of where it shouldn't begin
Where it shouldn't begin...
Driving past your street with the headlights low
Wondering if you ever really wanted me to go I’m whispering secrets
to the dark empty air Pretending that you care,
pretending you're there
Just a midnight drive.
Trying to survive. Yeah.