Passed out on the road again The pros of phoning in regrets Threw my back out while we loaded in Heavy breaths and splintered shins Planting seeds I've been growing some dead leaves I don't need what you think I need To keep me breathing Would you think that I'm dreamy If I had a voice like Stevie I'll keep faking a way If that's okay Pissing in the wind again Pulled over at 3AM Waiting for the spark to hit You don't know the half of it Would you think that I'm pretty If I wrote you songs like Phoebe I'll keep faking a way If that's okay Nathan told me that there's no plan What if quitting isn't half bad I'll keep faking a way Maybe I'll stay