Drive

We've been driving for miles
And I'm sick of driving so slow
Let's get out of the car
Put on our coats and walk home
Because the radio's boring
And your CDs all sound the same
I've got to get up in the morning
And it's starting to get late..

I think I've had one too many
'cause the floor seems awfully close
I'm so sick of this journey
And I guess I should let you know..
That I'm done
And I don't want to see your face again