crying in my car

i've got a laundry list of things i'm worried about about as long as my regrets that i can't count like that tattoo on my sleeve, still gives me anxiety i'm probably everything your friends warned you about but i don't want a pity party i'll keep it to myself like what if i'm too old to die young? what if i'm too lame to have fun it's all weighing on my heart no idea where i should start so i'm crying in my car something about the palm trees down the interstate make me feel like i've been growing up too late cause no matter how wise i get i still want a cigarette anything to make this empty go away now i don't want my friends to worry but man it feels like hell like what if i'm too old to die young? what if i'm too lame to have fun it's all weighing on my heart no idea where i should start so i'm crying in my car miss my exit, its hard to see through blurry eyes i guess when i pull in i take a minute so no one suspects maybe i'm too old to die young maybe i'm too lame to have fun it's weighing on my heart no idea where i should start i at least can find a place where it's safe to fall apart so i'm crying in my car