405
Ben Gibbard
I took the 405 and drove a stake down into
your center, and stated that it's never ever
been better than this. I hung my favorite
shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from
pulling pushing and tasting, tasting.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me
thrown askew.
Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an
alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to your
parents' house hours ago. Red wine and the
cigarettes: hide you bad habits underneath
the patio, patio, patio, patio.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.