Drive & Cry

Think I'm gonna drive and cry

I'm overdue for a tire rotation

And bloodshot eyes

Don't you worry 'bout me

I'm gonna have a bawl

That's my kind of high

I think I'm gonna drive and cry

I gotta weep softly so I can still see

And trace the white lines, keep the road under me

If the floodgates burst open I'll pull up to a spot

A romantic overlook, sit with the lovers and sob

I think I'm gonna drive and cry

I'm overdue for a tire rotation

And bloodshot eyes

Don't you worry 'bout me

I'm gonna have a bawl

That's my kind of high

I think I'm gonna drive and cry

Windows rolled down, lonesome tunes turned up

I play it so loud so no one can disrupt

If I hit a stoplight, sunglasses are on

I buy em real big, no telling what's goin' on

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Once the weeping well has run dry

I'll head home in silence with my swollen eyes

Spend who knows how long in my driveway

With the rest of my thoughts until my next cryin' day

I think I'm gonna drive and cry

I'm overdue for a tire rotation

And bloodshot eyes

Don't you worry 'bout me

I'm gonna have a bawl

That's my kind of high

I think I'm gonna drive and cry

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That's my kind of high

I think I'm gonna drive and cry