The Driveway

Remember last summer
Under the shooting stars?
We made a wish were together forever
And let nobody tear us apart
And how fun was that ride down to Mexico?
We took a chance on those road side tacos
And we got sick by the side of the road

And the fall came
And we had that big pot lot 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
Is the end of the road for us it's too, late
Let the credit's 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 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
Is the end of the road for us it's too, late
Let the credit's 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
Is the end of the road for us it's too, late
Let the credit's start to roll

Let the credit's start to roll
Oh, yea, 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