Take me to the backroads
Crosses line the side from kids who couldn’t drive slow
Some of them we know
It’s the same state of mind that keeps us from getting close

Take me somewhere else
We’ll get lost and drive so we don’t have to sort it out
It’s bound to end, you know
But it’s worth all the pins in my throat when my happy makes me choke

And we're good kids on a bad start
We're bad seeds with good hearts
We just want to keep our hopes down low
(Is that the haze in your mind or cigarette smoke?)