
Date of issue: 13.01.2014
Song language: English
Late Night Drive |
Tonight will take a turn for the worse |
I stole the keys from out of your purse so I could take a drive to think of you |
and I |
Do you remember singing songs in my old car? |
That piece of shit sure got us far away from the city lights we learned to love |
to hate |
So turn it up and roll the windows down |
Light one up, I’ve got this now |
Scream a verse ‘til my voice is hoarse |
I think you should know by now… |
That I’m falling for your perfect heart |
Blame it on my sentimental charm |
As I round the corner of your street, I can’t help but start feeling weak |
As for all those dudes who say they’re not the same |
It’s safe to say they’re lying to your face |
Well, this part’s about you, so get fucked stud |
I’d like to see you try and hold me back just once |
I turn the music down to hear myself think about the memories I regurgitate |
with every stroke of the pen |
With every second spent scratching paper it’s becoming clear to me… |
That I’m falling for your perfect heart |
Blame it on my sentimental charm |
As I round the corner of my street, I can’t help but start feeling weak |
I pull into the driveway at four A.M. |
with a notebook of thoughts that need to |
read out loud, but they won’t ‘cause I don’t know how to suck it up and just |
tell you what I was feeling when I kissed you on the neck that night, |
or what I whispered in your ear |
Though, I guess I could try though a song, or a poem, or some bullshit I wrote |
It doesn’t make a difference 'cause I know I’ll just choke on my words as |
perfect as your starlit eyes reflecting the moonlight on this late night drive |
So, I put away the keys and crawl in bed wishing that you were lying next to me |
here again |