Passenger Side

Weekend bracelets on

Blast our favorite songs

And I know what's dead is gone

But there's something holding on

When I think back to the rides

Where I would steer from the passenger side

While you slip your bra from your ripped t-shirt

'Cause it's hot as a mother, got sweat on each other

Yeah, I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

Getting me through state lines

Precious cargo rides

And I wonder where you are now

Are you riding with your top down

With somebody else now?

Does he keep you in the lines?

Where I would steer from the passenger side

While you slip your bra from your ripped t-shirt

'Cause it's hot as a mother, got sweat on each other

Yeah, I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side

I feel that you might have always been right

And we may not find partners in crime

Better in life than we've had this whole time

So if you're alone, just watching the sky

Losing your mind and you don't know why

And you wanna try going for one more ride

I could steer from the passenger side

While you switch the song from your cracked iPhone

As we fall from each other on quests for new lovers

Yeah, I miss those Vegas lights

From the passenger side

From the passenger side

I miss those desert drives

From the passenger side