The warm streets, the quiet wind
The sun tan and the lipsticks
Virginia is for lovers
But I'm still in love with this

Don't skip songs, don't drive home
Confessions of lost love
My best friends are sleeping
In the back of the truck

I won't miss waiting, shaking, singing my songs
Not even the late night drinking, but I know I'll miss 
the boys
I won't miss stressing out, talking to bands I don't 
know
Not even the god damn music but I know I'll miss the 
boys

Cut the sleeves, shave my head
Drinking beer in hotel beds
I'll tell you where I've been
When I get back home again

Lame breakfast, same dumb jokes about birds and crust 
punks
Is there a story waiting for me in the back of the 
truck?

I won't miss waiting, shaking, singing my songs
Not even the late night drinking, but I know I'll miss 
the boys
I won't miss stressing out, talking to girls I don't 
know
Not even the god damn music but I know I'll miss the 
boys

I won't miss waiting, shaking, singing my songs
Not even the late night drinking, but I know I'll miss 
the boys
I won't miss stressing out, talking to kids I don't 
know
Not even the god damn music but I know I'll miss the 
boys