I Took the 405,
And Drilled a Stake Down Into Your Center
And Stated That It's Never, Ever Been Better Than This.
I Hung My Favorite Shirt
On the Floorboard, Wrinkled Up
From Pulling, Pushing, and Tasting, Tasting.
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
Misguided By the 405,
'cause It Led Me to An Alcoholic Summer.
I Missed the Exit to Your Parents' House Hours Ago.
Red Wine and the Cigarettes,
Hide Your Bad Habits Underneath the Patio...
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
