Текст: Drive By. I Hate Everyday Without You Kid.... Goodbyes.

This drive
Is my last drive
I count
Count the street lights

What makes me sad on days like these?
It's not goodbyes, it's not tragedies
I'm dishonest
And not hopefully
Of getting back everything I threw away

My life
Just flew by
I count
Say my last goodbyes

What makes me sad on days like these?
It's not goodbyes, it's not tragedies
I'm dishonest
And not hopefully
Of getting back everything we threw away

What makes me sad on days like these?
It's not goodbyes, it's not tragedies
I'm dishonest
And not hopefully
Of getting back everything we threw away