My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts 
Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks 
Load in, sound check, play show, load out, let's go, next city, oh great, off day 
Hangovers, hangups, dialbacks, running make up, apologies and promises 
And nobody acknowledges that boys in bands got it so damn bad 
But we love like the last cigarette we'll ever have 
I'm putting miles on my body, bout due for a tune up in this gas station, food ain't really helping but 
I'm loving every minute, every road signs a reminder of exactly why we did it to begin with 

This is how it has to be 
A kiss for luck, submerge myself 
And in 7 weeks resurface 
Even if we don't look back again 
Tired boys and wired eyes 
Exposing imperfections 
To the public eye we're perfect 
Even if we don't look back again 

I like these hotels, passports, random bag checks, day dreams of love affairs that I haven't had yet 
Touch down, baggage claim, new town, different dame, same clothes, 7 days, whew, damn I need to change 
And it's a lifestyle that I wouldn't recommend 
Wild N Out on a level Nic Cannon couldn't comprehend (fuck outta here) 
We made a lot of friends and even more enemies 
Some of which were genuine and others just pretend to be 
Soft raving baby, life's lovely 
Even when the gray rain cloud's right above me 
The girl's textin' me talkin' about gettin' all cuddly 
Cause you paint a pretty picture but the frame is so ugly 

This is how it has to be 
A kiss for luck, submerge myself 
And in 7 weeks resurface 
Even if we don't look back again 
Tired boys and wired eyes 
Exposing imperfections 
To the public eye we're perfect 
Even if we don't look back again 

And now it's back in a van with four of my mans 
Until we catchin' a tan on the Florida sands 
I feel like tourin' this land's made me more of a man 
From killa California to the shores of Japan 
Good times stayin' up late in Austin 
Coast to coast V8 to Chicago 
To gettin' up with Johnny Cupcakes in Boston 
And smokin' that most great eight in Colorado 
Home ain't home no more 
I hug the road and kiss the concrete and sometimes I even hear her heartbeat 
No matter where we go or where we at 
We carry upstate on our back, it's like that 

This is how it has to be 
A kiss for luck, submerge myself 
And in 7 weeks resurface 
Even if we don't look back again 
Tired boys and wired eyes 
Exposing imperfections 
To the public eye we're perfect 
Even if we don't look back again 

This is how it has to be 
A kiss for luck, submerge myself 
And in 7 weeks resurface 
Even if we don't look back again 
Tired boys and wired eyes 
Exposing imperfections 
To the public eye we're perfect 
Even if we don't look back again 

"So a lot of you don't realize. There's a whole subculture of boys driving around in vans." 
Even if we don't look back again 
"Looking for your daughters, and your lottery tickets. Love it or leave it. I'm like this" 
Even if we don't look back again 
"I love my life. Bitches." 
Even if we don't look back again 
Even if we don't look back again