Remember last summer. Under the shooting stars?. We made a wish were together forever. Let nobody tear us apart. And how fun was that ride down to Mexico?. We took a chance on those road side tacos. We got sick by the side of the road. And the fall came. We had that big pot lot party. And your little sixteen year old brother. Spilt wine all over my carpet. And I got mad you thought it was funny. I stayed mad all winter. It's so sad. A thing like that. Becomes such a splinter.. I tried it your way. But I got nothing to show. It's been the same same. And the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway. Will be the end of the road. For us it's too late. Let the credits start to roll. I'm almost twenty-three. And I'm barely hanging on. I can't keep crashing couches. And going to sleep at dawn. And when were you ganna take me somewhere. That I can dress up?. Where we can act grown up. Do you ever wanna clean up?. We share a car you thought it was okay. You couldn't have cut it closer. I'm sick of it this is it. And now the party's over. I tried it your way. But I got nothing to show. It's been the same same. And the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway. Will be the end of the road. For us it's too late. Let the credits start to roll. Someday you'll make some girl happy. I know you'll get though. You'll know just what to say to do. Because I showed you. I tried it your way. But I got nothing to show. It's been the same same. And the story's getting old. So I guess the driveway. Will be the end of the road. For us it's too late. Let the credits start to roll. Let the credits start to roll. Oh yea yea yea yea yea yea yeah.. Oh it's too late it's too late it's too late. I guess the driveway will be the end of the road. Will be the end of the road