Sunoco

Paint a picture of it, little anarchist

Making movies on his dad's camera

He's turning eighteen, looks like twenty-three

Buying 40s with his fake ID

I was a lightning rod

And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends, we'll never get caught

6 am and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future

And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco

Pack of cigarettes, Code-Red Mountain Dew

Yellow fingertips around her waist, I

Comb my hair over, over my widow's peak

Chili Peppers on my car speakers

I was so camouflaged

And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends, we'll never get caught

6 am and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future

And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco

Here at the Sunoco

Oh

And I'm trying my best, but I can't win

Trying to keep all my secrets in

But your hand on my chest

And the heat of my skin

Brings me right back there again

Doing donuts in the parking lot

Me and my friends, we'll never get caught

6 am and I feel like I'll never leave this place alive

But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet

Never come back to these upstate streets

I'm seeing my future

And I feel like I'm getting high off the neon glow

Standing at the crossroads

Here at the Sunoco