You used to drive your old mustang around town, down on the boulevard with the radio up and the windows rolled down and I was a young boy. Free and wild, you had those hips them american curves that always made me smile. You used to call me Buddy Holly but most nights you never called. You were busy in the backseats with all of the boys from back home. While, I drank every bottle drive. It never k**s the f**ing pain but God knows we still try. I'm wasted and you know this and I was so stupid back then but you and I just can't see eye to eye. Is this what you had in mind? So take it back a couple years before these bottles brought out fears. Your tears are sinking into the floor and we can't live like this anymore. I'm wasted and you know this and I was so stupid back then but you and I just can't see eye to eye. Is this what you had cause you and I will never be alright. Is this what you had in mind? I'm wasted and you know this.