Passenger Side

Weekend bracelets on Blast our favorite songs And I know what's dead is gone But there's something holding on When I think back to the rides Where I would steer From the passenger side While you slip your bra From your ripped t-shirt 'Cause it's hot as a mother Got sweat on each other, yeah I miss those desert drives From the passenger side From the passenger side I miss those desert drives From the passenger side Get me through state lines Precious cargo rides And I wonder where you are now Are you riding with your top down With somebody else now Does he keep you in the lines Where I would steer From the passenger side While you slip your bra From your ripped t-shirt Cause it's hot as a mother Got sweat on each other yeah I miss those desert drives From the passenger side From the passenger side I miss those desert drives From the passenger side I feel that you might, have always been right And we may not find partners in crime Better in life than we've had this whole time So if you're alone just watching the sky Losing your mind and you don't know why And you wanna try going for one more ride I could steer from the passenger side While you switch the song From your cracked iPhone As we fall from each other On quest for new lovers I miss those Vegas lights From the passenger side From the passenger side I miss those desert drives From the passenger side