[ Featuring Guitar Girl ]
Always midnight tokin' smokin'
In the back of your car
I'm better at sitting, slowly sinking
Into the holes of your leather seats
Than playing my guitar
But I know how it ends
You know how it ends
It creates a den
Cause' it's when I'm feeling dense
That I go out
Press rewind
We can't press rewind
Can't go back in time
We just gotta deal the hand we were given
Why can't we just
Why can't we just
Why can't we just
Change the outcome
And relive just what I missed
But I know it's just too late
Doubt some
But it is just what it is
Are you weak from the trying?
Throat sore from the lying?
Sunburnt Cigar
You're better at shifting, slowly slipping away
And I don't know when I'll see your face
And that breaks my heart
And it's so hard
...
I'm so done with every night
That I did something wrong
I'm scared that
You'll never have a problem with me gone
I'm waiting around
You're wearing me out
Playing it down
Starting to sound like
You're about ready to call it off
Screaming it out
Can you hear at all?
Ain't that ironic?
Right back where we started
Why can't change the outcome
Why can't we just change
