[Chorus]
Traveling down I5 at night
I'm feeling pretty alright
And I've got no style
I've got no cliques
So when I am driving
I'm clenching my fists

[Verse 1]
And I'm not an early bird anymore
So drugged up on caffeine at the store
And I can't concentrate on work or my life
Baby, lately I just want to die
And I'm feeling cold again
And I'm feeling odd again
And I'm feeling cold again

[Verse 2]
It's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
[Chorus]
Traveling down I5 at night
I'm feeling pretty, pretty alright
And I've got no style
I've got no cliques
So when I'm driving now
I'm clenching my fists