After tonight I just can't be alone I'm driving home beneath the stoplights They're holding me in suspense. But that's just the way it is I guess For those of us who move too fast And I wish that I could say That I'm wishing you the best But I can't, but I can't.
So I'll write it out on paper to remember every word For all the things I've lost and found inside of every verse These are my directions to you: Please, head north.
Voices scream inside of me. Well, “Maybe I'm just cursed.” Just like they say, maybe I'm just cursed. I'm always hoping for the best Maybe I'm just cursed. I'm always hoping for the best Preparing for the worst
So please, head north.
Maybe I was right, maybe I was wrong I just can't write another one of these summer songs Oh please not another sad, sad song, You'll find me hanging on every word
It kills you to know that this world, it owes you nothing. So just forget what you're expecting You'll find half what you deserve.