Lyrics: Sean Solomon
Music: Sean Solomon
She wanted to die but wore a seatbelt
He said you should try this weed it might help
She couldn’t get high enough to forget
The reasons why she’s consumed with regret
All of the things she has done
All of the things that might happen
Stuck in the past and the future
The present wasn’t good enough for her
You saw a shooting star
You wished you weren’t where you are
They drove into a parking lot
She likes him but he talks a lot
They laid on top of his beat up car
Neon signs brighter than the stars
Mini malls and meth heads
She never wants to see this town again
He turned to her and said he could help
He’ll just make it all about himself