Driveway

I think it's a sign Dead in the eyes Alive on the inside Shaking Rolling your papers I'm wasting your time Or you're wasting mine Watch you shake off Another bong cough So cute in your Doc's With pulled-up-high socks But you're too young I won't be your trial You're still not sure So you're dropping the vial These days I'm ok But you weigh on my torn restless mind A glass ashtray Couch in the driveway I'm filling in time Your filling with wine Pavement Lights are fluorescent Waves in the night Hot breath on my... Morning sudden as toothache Where do you go When you don't show These days I'm ok But you weigh on my Torn restless mind A glass ashtray Couch in the driveway I'm filling in time Your filling with wine 'Cause I'm feeling uncertain You're a real person Don't ask me why I'm shy Fine on the surface But under real nervous Awaiting reply I still Regret holding on to it Oh I still Regret holding on The glass ashtray Is still in the driveway And your cigarette pile Is still over-flowing These days I'm ok And you drink at my Work all the time