Drive-Thru Nowhere

Duration

3:35

Genres

Indie Rock

Lyrics

I don’t have girlfriend or a job I’m a burnout please don’t tell my mom High school to me, Yea that’s a fucking joke All my friends we just skip class and smoke At the drive in sitting in the parking lot You make me nervous Austin pass the pot Don’t panic, me? Now that’s a fucking joke I wanna watch TV we can share the remote We’ll just sit on sofas, rollercoasters Backyard cookouts coca cola Home……. Home…… You’re the girl I’ve always dreamed about Not even the last car where you passed out Your new boyfriend he, yea he’s a fucking joke I’d do anything for you and you know he wont My friends are shitty I hate this city Every minute you’re not with me Home….. Home….. Home…… Home….. She’s getting dressed up at her house I’m getting messed up on my couch She picks her up and they go out And me I just want to go Home… Home… Home… Home…