In a 5am drive from the mountains to the coast,
Press your nose against the window and say you hate me most
â??Til we're rubbing thighs together like we're crickets in the night
And silence wraps around us after our last fight
I don't know where you're going
But I know where you are now
It always gets worse before it gets better
I could try now, but I won't forget it
It always gets worse before it gets better
Now I'm taking notes in back of the classroom
But keeping my eyes on the door
Wondering why it's so fleeting
Why I don't want anything anymore
And I really think I'm too young
To be going down this road
So I will wait for you in the spring
Like symbolic renewal (or a fling)
And I won't know what to do about the past
But I think I'll stay the night here and try to make it last