I can’t apologize for the things I don’t remember
'Cause I can't stomach the thought that I won't be forgiven
When every night the drive home is like a little adventure
When the streetlights come up, the blinds go down
But where do we go from here?
I’m always catching up and making excuses
I’m in bed in the worst way
I’m always hung up on some minor detail
You’ll say I think too much, but I never learned how to get well
When every night the drive home is just a blurry adventure