Lyrics: Nick Perloff-Giles
Music: Nicholas Perloff-Giles
You should quit that job that you never liked
Tell your friends you're tired of going out every night
Come and meet me at dark
Don't tell anyone
We could keep on driving till we found somewhere
With so many new faces and love in the air
We won't have to go far
To find what we want
I spend all of my time
Staring at ceilings
Watching 'em peeling
Never wondering why
I feel so defeated
Whether I need this
I'll be the driver
You'll be the getaway car
I'll be the lighter
You'll be the burns on my arm
I know it's hard in a place like this
Growing up somewhere that can't fit ya in
I'll be the pavement
You'll be the foot off the ground
I'll be the basement
You'll be the kids moving out
Running around like our parents did
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard
I know it's hard...
You look better off with some salt in your hair
New clothes and friends with some money to spare
We could go tonight
If that's what you want
And when we run out of patience we'll go somewhere new
Find a town somewhere we can't pronounce the food
Watch the fading lights
From the restaurant
I spend all of my time
Staring at ceilings
Watching 'em peeling
Never wondering why
I feel so defeated
Whether I need this
I'll be the driver
You'll be the getaway car
I'll be the lighter
You'll be the burns on my arm
I know it's hard in a place like this
Growing up somewhere that can't fit ya in
I'll be the pavement
You'll be the foot off the ground
I'll be the basement
You'll be the kids moving out
Running around like our parents did
I know it's hard in a place like this...
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard
I know it's hard...
You should quit that job that you never liked
Tell your friends you're tired of going out every night
Come and meet me at dark
Don't tell anyone