You said we should take your car
It always starts
Mine never will
It's in a million parts
Do you still drive that same one
That I fixed the brake lights on?
'Cause I still keep an eye out
When I'm driving around
You said "Thanks
For not making this harder than it needs to be"
Your brother whispering
In your ear
That was pretty f*cked up
That's a pretty f*cked up
Thing to do
To someone
So pour your half full
Empty inside of mine
You'll hear me coming
It happens all the time
It happens all the time
It happens all the time
It happens all the time
It happens every
Now the places I hang out
Are too crowded
And there are people we don't like
That I'm not down with
All your new friends
I told that you hate them
And I tried to ruin
Whatever you're doing
You're sick of
Your clothes smelling
Like smoke
And I remember lying
Saying I was parked in
But that was all bullshit
I'd just been drinking
And I couldn't drive