Seems like every day is always the same now
Going through the motions how ‘bout you (how ‘bout you)
Got no reasons, I can’t complain now
For the comfort we gain
Is the chaos we lose
I've been thinking about the good times
When the story was still ours to write
And all the stupid shit we’d do
I’m lucky I'm not dead
After hangin’ round you
Always searching for the wild ride
Didn't matter where we went
We’d just drive and get high, and I
I don't wanna gone home tonight (I don't wanna go home tonight)
Back in the day
We tried to find a way out
Of the one light town where I met you (where I met you)
Got no reasons, I can’t complain now
For the comfort we gain
Is the chaos we lose
I've been thinking about the good times
When the story was still ours to write
And all the stupid shit we’d do
I’m lucky I’m not dead
After hangin’ round you
Always searching for the wild ride
Didn't matter where we went
We just drive, get high, and I
I don't wanna gone home tonight
I miss the thrill, the rush of those rides
Nothing to do but see the sunrise
I think of you but only sometimes oh
I miss the thrill, the rush of those rides
I think of you but only sometimes oh
I've been thinking about the good times
When the story was still ours to write
And all the stupid shit we’d do
I’m lucky I'm not dead after hangin’ round you
Always searching for the wild ride
Didn't matter where we went
We’d just drive, and get high, and I
I don't wanna go home tonight
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