it's okay
i don't even cry
all i think about is a memory
and the dream when you kissed my arm
as i look away don't hear what i say

that maybe when i die
i get to be a car
driving in the night
lighting up the dark.
there's something in your voice
that sparks a little hope
i'll wait up for that noise
your voice [bad word] my home

one way road, don't care what i find
a little thunder's good, i thought maybe you would
but it's okay, we all feel left out
sometimes growing up, it can get you down.

i give you some thing that no one's going to give you
my sleepin' skin and my heart deep down in you
i never tell you, but you're my little scar
goodbyes are hard and they're hard and they're hard

maybe when i die
i get to be a car
driving in the night
lighting up the dark
there's something in your voice
that sparks a little hope
i'll wait up for that noise
your voice [bad word] my home