I took the 405 and drove a stake down into your center
And stated that it's never ever been better than this
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling, pushing, tasting
You keep twisting the truth
That keeps me thrown askew
Misguided by the 405 because it lead me to an alcoholic summer
I missed the exit to your parents' house hours ago
Red wine and the cigarettes: hide your bad habits underneath the patio
You keep twisting the truth
That keeps me thrown askew
You keep twisting the truth
That keeps me thrown askew
