Drive

We're the lonesome, the painted few
Writing songs about the ones we lose
Are we outspoken with the words we choose?
If you sing red, then I'll sing the blues
Its an open country, which road to take?
Let's see how far we get before it breaks
A homemade CD, it's an old mixtape
So sing discreetly or the kids will wake
'Cause I'm tired of you thinking that I'm not okay
But if I was doing better, you would know
Instead of facing up to it, I guess we're running away
If I could do things different, you won't go
A cheap hotel room, off the motorway
It's just a short lay down, a place to stay
And I'm sick of staring at an empty space
So when I wake, I wanna see your face
'Cause I'm tired of you thinking that I'm not okay
But if I was doing better, you would know
Instead of facing up to it, I guess I'm running away
If I could do things different, you won't go
'Cause I'm tired of you thinking that I'm not okay
But if I was doing better, you would know
Instead of facing up to it, I guess I'm running away
If I could do things different, you won't go
If I could do things different, you won't go