Remember last summer Under the shooting stars? We made a wish on together forever And let nobody tear us apart And how fun was that ride down to Mexico? We took a chance on those roadside tacos And we got sick by the side of the road
And the fall came And we had that big pot luck party And your little sixteen year old brother Spilt wine all over my carpet And I got mad, you thought it was funny I stayed mad all winter It’s so sad A thing like that Becomes such a splinter
I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It’s been the same, same And the story’s getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us it’s too late Let the credits start to roll
I’m almost twenty-three And I’m barely hanging on I can’t keep crashing couches And going to sleep at dawn And when were you going to take me Somewhere that I can dress up? Where we can act grown up Do you ever even wanna clean up?
We share a car, you thought it was okay You couldn’t have cut it closer I’m sick of it, this is it And now the party’s over
I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It’s been the same, same And the story’s getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us it’s too late Let the credits start to roll
Someday, you’ll make some girl happy I know you’ll get though You’ll know just what to say to do Because I showed you
I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It’s been the same, same And the story’s getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us it’s too late Let the credits start to roll
Let the credits start to roll Oh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah Oh, it’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late I guess the driveway will be the end of the road Will be the end of the road