Latchkey

What's that song playing in the car?

It reminds me of a time I forgot

Is it those guys you toured with years ago?

But never made it to America

Look outside, it's your favorite type of morning

The drive to work you're used to seems like a different way

Don't know why, when I try to speak my mind

It echos like a joke I've told far too many times

Can you feel the waves drawing in and out again?

It's alright, I don't need those empty promises

Leaving doesn't have to be this complicated game

Every time before we say goodbye

A part of me is holding on to each and every line