From girl if you wanted
I could call you every night or just weekends
We could find a middle ground let me know if
Maybe we could work it out
What’s it about?
To driving our way up
Along the ocean, where you’re from to where I’m from
Pulling over in the ice and the snow but
Something tells I’ll be warm
In your arms

I’d like to frequent you
Be something you hate that you know you do
Be something you’d quit if you could but you can’t and you’re stuck with it
I’d like to frequent you
Do you too?

And if it gets awkward
You can blame it all on me I’m the chauffeur
For un-comfortability, I’ve got no words
That’s why I’m still just waving hey
Been trying to say

That I’d like to frequent you
Be something you hate that you know you do
Like something you’d quit if you could but you can’t and you’re stuck with it
I’d like to frequent you
Do you too?
Been hanging off, by my limb
It’s more like a broken branch
Upon a plant, we never fed
Then still wondered who why when and how it’s dead?
But it’s plastic
I know that doesn’t make much sense
But still it is, what it is
It gets old real quick
You won’t get used to it