Highways

I'm weak

From marching with the band

I don't know the proper way

I'm supposed to use my hands

I wanna hear bass drops

Use all the stage props

Burn my tank tops

Feel a breeze in my hair

It's crazy

This is what I asked for

I had no clue

What was gonna be in store

So I shop online

Cry all the time

I still do things

I should've stopped in my prime, whoa, oh

I hate driving highways

I hate driving the highway

Growing up

I couldn't wear black

I hid a lot of things

But I'd still go back

I dream of him

The lights down dim

Pale fingers running over

My black lace trim

It's baby blue

The pool we don't use

The water's freezing over

So we dive in two's

I'm drowning in fear

With fake friends near

I had a best friend

But she's no longer here, whoa, oh

I hate driving highways

I hate driving the highway

I hate driving highways

I hate driving highways