Running up the mileage
Feeling like a pilot
Flying down the PCH, mmm
And if I’m being honest
On that summer night in august
Yeah, I can still remember how those red lips tasted, tasted
And how the back of the jeep
Was 100 degrees
And me touching the skin through the rips inside your jeans
You see
Hate the sand
Love the beach
But I’ll be there if you promise me
That you’ll be
The only one to drive me crazy
I need
Something more than simple safety
Don’t just let me go
I need something more
Do you need
Someone who can drive you crazy
Every time I pass the ocean
Pulls me right back to the moment
Yeah, when you think about me does it come in waves?
It does for me
And how the back of the jeep
Was 100 degrees
And me touching the skin through the rips inside your jeans
You see
Hate the sand
Love the beach
But I’ll be there if you promise me
That you’ll be
The only one to drive me crazy
I need
Something more than simple safety
Don’t just let me go
I need something more
Do you need
Someone who can drive you crazy
Someone who can drive you crazy