I crashed my car the other day And I might've hit your mailbox I ended up turning around And going 90 on the freeway
I'm glad that the cops didn't catch me I'm glad that you didn't find me Crying on your driveway Looking through your window I know you're probably not home I know you're probably not home
You said you liked my hair short So I'm growing it out I never liked fireworks Or anything too loud I don't care about my birthday I don't feel any older Every year is the same Just a little bit colder
And I'm glad that the cops didn't catch me I'm glad that you didn't find me Crying on your driveway Looking through your window I know you're probably not home I know you're probably not home
You're changing like the seasons And now it's June I'm singing about the summer Just a little too soon But I guess I don't care And even if I did I wouldn't say 'Cause July will come soon And all of this will fade awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
