The Missing Evidence

You used to make me feel good
With my left on the clutch
My right on the gas
Been driving stick
I skipped the test and passed
A ride that leads to nowhere

Made enough mistakes to know a thing
About how it breaks

Smoking at the gas station
Not really allowed
So I pull up at the back street
Buy a cigarette pack
Light up
Have a thought
That leads to nowhere

And I'm rolling and rolling
Moments just like this, you can't control them
Street is dark behind the glass

I used to light up
With my thoughts in the clouds
And the clouds and my mind in the fog
Hide in the smoke
Pretend you didn't notice
These lights come with no brakes
Never really try to teach a girl about how she thinks

You used to make me feel good
With my left on the clutch
My right on the gas
Been driving stick
I skipped the test and passed
A ride the lead to nowhere