dad jeans

I never know where I am, so I don't usually drive
I let my friends take the wheel, stick my head out of the car
Holy shit, I feel so alive

I love the wind on my face, hearing the sounds of the world
And for once I'm content
With my place in this world

Your mom is tracking your phone
She knows that you're not home
And I'm locked out of my house, tried to pick the lock
But I don't know how

So I'm stuck here, in my front yard
Tried to call you, but you're so far
And I'm stuck here, sleeping alone in my garage
Counting the sheep in my head
Hoping I'll dream of you, so we are never apart
So we are never apart

You burn the grass 'til it's gray, but I'm a three hit guy
Too many good things are never the best
I don't think I'll come down, and I don't know why
So I stumbled around and I slept on your couch
It's got a pull-out bed and I don't understand how they designed it
But it looks pretty cool

I wish I was a bit taller
But I've got jeans from my father and they
Might be a bit tight, but someday they'll probably fit just right

So I'm stuck here, in my front yard
Tried to call you, but you're so far
And I'm stuck here, sleeping alone in my garage
Counting the sheep in my head
Hoping I'll dream of you, so we are never apart
So we are never apart

So I'm stuck here, in my front yard
Tried to call you, but you're so far
And I'm stuck here, sleeping alone in my garage
Counting the sheep in my head
Hoping I'll dream of you, so we are never apart
So we are never apart

So we are never apart

So we are never apart