Trip

Pink nails tapping on the steering wheel Driving down the PCH, it's no big deal You're in the passenger, lighter in your hand We drive so far we forget the land Gas station roses, fifty cents Kiss me quick, no consequences This whole town sleeps, but we don't care Summer's long and life is rare California dreaming on a dirty beach You say forever but you'll never reach My heart's a vinyl, skipping on the same old song Dance with me, baby, till the feeling's gone Old motel, room 109 Neon buzzes like a broken line You take a photo, I turn away Some things just aren't meant to stay Your jeans are torn, my dress is cheap We got nothing left but we're in too deep Pool's closed but we jump in anyway This is how young lovers fade to grey California dreaming on a dirty beach You say forever but you'll never reach My heart's a vinyl, skipping on the same old song Dance with me, baby, till the feeling's gone And when the summer ends in fire We'll be ashes, we'll be liars Telling ourselves we didn't want more Just another girl, just another door Pink nails tapping on the wheel Radio plays something fake and real I drive alone, the sun is low Another town, another road