Rearview
I struggle to depict
My youth without wasted time
Got too many pans in the fire
I think I might be burning out
There's nothing left to fix
Everyone in my life saw doubt
Couple states over would I be more sober
Or be missing out
I crave something genuine
Something real
I crave to be rid of you
Somehow I always knew
Same roads
Same routine
This town is not my home
The west is calling my name
Same roads
Same routine
Too many trips that I've postponed
Gonna travel there on my own
Now I'm running late
Daylight savings is a fucking joke
Got too many pans in the fire
I'm definitely burning out
There's nothing left to fix
All I saw in my life was doubt
Couple states over would I find a lover
Or be missing out
I crave something genuine
Something real
I crave to be rid of you
Somehow I always knew
Same roads
And same routine
This town is not my home
The west is calling my name
Same roads
Same routine
Too many trips that I've postponed
Gonna travel there on my own
If you find me out there alone
Don't be surprised if I let you know
If I let you know how it felt
When you find me out there alone
Don't be surprised that I let you go
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
When you find me there on my own
Won't be surprised but you should've known
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
My youth without wasted time
Got too many pans in the fire
I think I might be burning out
There's nothing left to fix
Everyone in my life saw doubt
Couple states over would I be more sober
Or be missing out
I crave something genuine
Something real
I crave to be rid of you
Somehow I always knew
Same roads
Same routine
This town is not my home
The west is calling my name
Same roads
Same routine
Too many trips that I've postponed
Gonna travel there on my own
Now I'm running late
Daylight savings is a fucking joke
Got too many pans in the fire
I'm definitely burning out
There's nothing left to fix
All I saw in my life was doubt
Couple states over would I find a lover
Or be missing out
I crave something genuine
Something real
I crave to be rid of you
Somehow I always knew
Same roads
And same routine
This town is not my home
The west is calling my name
Same roads
Same routine
Too many trips that I've postponed
Gonna travel there on my own
If you find me out there alone
Don't be surprised if I let you know
If I let you know how it felt
When you find me out there alone
Don't be surprised that I let you go
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
When you find me there on my own
Won't be surprised but you should've known
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
I've got plenty better things to do
With you in my rear view
Credits
Writer(s): Emily Cox, Trevor Lee Wallace
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