Driving home in lousy weather Either way it's all the same You're always two streets down & state lines away And i could run around your empty room And wave my arms & scream at you But these days i'm not sure what's left to say When we've realized That nothing is exciting like we'd hoped that it would be When we're not 15 or unafraid We're just a tired in-between We're sleep swerving and it's bad news