It took four full years
To figure out how
To sing sad song
And I still can't figure out how
To hit every single note right
I still write when I drive
Just like I did on forty five
One day I might just crash into a tree die
Call it creative suicide
I stand here a better man
Then I was high school
And I don't know where I am going
Cause this roads so fucking boring ain't it darling
And all I've got is this twenty in my wallet
But I promise that we'll make it
Even if the curtains don't come calling out
I swear that I'll always have you humming
Even if we don't all make it
I know that we still made it on your playlist
We still made it on your playlist
We still made it on your playlist
And all I got is this twenty in my wallet
But I promise that we'll make it
Even if the curtains don't come calling out
They only caring when you're famous
Three more years and I'm still nameless
I'm falling down like I feel pavement
And I'm not even on her playlist
You escaped it
I'm calling now
But you just fake it
All these faces that you painted
Crawling after me
Just come back to me one time
It took four full years
To figure out how
To sing sad song and I still
Can't figure out how
To hit every single note right
I stand here a better man
Then I was high school
I don't know where I am going
Cause this roads so fucking boring
Ain't it darling
And all I've got is this twenty in my wallet
But I promise that we'll make it
Even if the curtains don't come calling out
I swear that I'll always have you humming
Even if we don't all make it
I know that we still made it on your playlist