I've got a laundry list of things i'm worried about
About as long as my regrets that i can't count
Like that tattoo on my sleeve, still gives me anxiety
I'm probably everything your friends warned you about
But i don't want a pity party
I'll keep it to myself
Like what if i'm too old to die young?
What if i'm too lame to have fun
It's all weighing on my heart
No idea where i should start
So i'm crying in my car
Something about the palm trees down the interstate
Make me feel like i've been growing up too late
Cause no matter how wise i get i still want a cigarette
Anything to make this empty go away
Now i don't want my friends to worry
But man it feels like hell
Like what if i'm too old to die young?
What if i'm too lame to have fun
It's all weighing on my heart
No idea where i should start
So i'm crying in my car
Miss my exit, its hard to see through blurry eyes i guess
When i pull in i take a minute so no one suspects
Maybe i'm too old to die young
Maybe i'm too lame to have fun
It's weighing on my heart
No idea where i should start
I at least can find a place
Where it's safe to fall apart
So i'm crying in my car