love letters and flowers that sing a little more in my range than a sparkly ring
not fair all your friends have all left at least they're not pretending to be happy
i'm not borrowing sheets from my dad i didn't write another song for ya just to be sappy
now none of it means anything i guess i'm better off just humming along or stopping
what else could divide a house and put all of me out?
the sunbelt is a Greyhound but i'll remain (well y'know i couldn't leave ya)
no sour tea talking no flattered remains (well y'know i couldn't keep ya)
no better than hours away from our days between stations
and like a long-song-makeout you're making me read
like a teenage highway turning twenty