Dirtbike

On the back of a dirtbike
With my arms wrapped you tight enough to feel your heartbeat
Pump above the engine rumble
And it felt like when we were kids
I don't hate you for what you did
But we both know that things will
Always feel a little different
Always feel a little different

Driving back on the turnpike
With your headlights shining bright and I could feel your heartbeat
Pump as we drove through the tunnel
And it felt like when we were kids
In the backseat feeling sick
Without control
I guess we all grew up a little different
All grew up a little different

Take time
On your own
Think about it hard on the drive home
Inside
No one knows
You're only dressed up for a funeral
You're only dressed up for a funeral
You're only dressed up

Take time
On your own
Think about it hard on the drive home
Inside
No one knows
You're only dressed up for a funeral
You're only dressed up for a funeral
You're only dressed up