I feel what's best for everyone is to forget about me when i'm gone
Because it hurts to be missed and no one is deserving this
With my back to a hardwood floor
I understand that i'm not a provider but a center divider
I got lanes to explain the different ways i behave
A life thats a detour to where i am not sure
But if the sun is in my eyes i think i'm doing the right thing
I rely on exit signs, and destination times
And this drive that knows me better than i think i know myself
With that being said i wont play pretend
That i'm not growing up, that i'm not giving in
Late nights and all night drives are reminders why i'm alive
And i'm not going anywhere