Late Nights in My Car

I've been up spending every late night in my car; Listening to all these sad songs.
I know it sounds weird, But they're helping me move past all these things running through my head.
I'll blame the mid-west and sleepy eyes.
I'm not where I should be.
I'm not what I could be; But I'm not who I was.
Nostalgia gets the best of me.
When I wake up it's the same day.
It fucks me up, Makes me miss who I used to be.
All I have are thoughts of me from back when I was 18 and my boney knees.
Don't want it to be like my teenage years.
I was naive and weak back then; Without much trouble on my shoulders.
If I don't break, I will know how to put myself back together.
Nostalgia gets the best of me.
When I wake up it's the same day.
It fucks me up; Makes me miss who I used to be.
All I have are thoughts of me from back when I was 18 and my boney knees.
If you never break,
You'll never know how(x6), to put yourself back together.
Nostalgia gets the best of me.
When I wake up it's the same day.
It fucks me up; Makes me miss who I used to be.
All I have are thoughts of me from back when I was 18 and my boney knees.