Zach Bryan
Drunk Driving Airplanes
Fight the urge
Calm your nerves
Making it better
Making it worse
Give it your all
Don't give it nothin
You missed a call
From your favorite cousin
Snooze for the third time
You never heard it
Make all the words rhyme
Or it ain't worth it
Drunk Driving Airplanes
Swearing I'd land it
Flew to Bermuda
They said that I'd vanish
If I didn't ask
Wouldn't have told me
You say it's the past
You think I won't see
The way that you laugh
Is that of a lonely
You're living fast
And dying slow
Things that they said
I couldn't bear it
I live in my head
But they ain't so apparent
Care so damn much
Still I'm so careless
Riddle me that
And if it fits I won't wear it
Call up your old man
Ask for advice
Ask God an old man
It's your turn to fight
Wasn't it your choice
To have it this way
Don't say its the broke boy
You've sold your sense[?]
If I didn't ask
Wouldn't have told me
You say it's the past
If you think I won't see
The way that you laugh
Is that of a lonely
Boy living fast
And dying slow
You bought this pain
And you know how this works
And that you can't return it
And you lost your way
Is it too late to find it
If you've any fight left