Traveling down
I5 at night
I'm feeling
Pretty alright
And I've got no style
I've got no clique
So when I'm driving
I'm clenching my fist
And I'm not an early bird anymore
So drugged up on caffeine at the store
And I can't concentrate on work or my life
Baby, lately I just want to die
And I'm feeling cold again
And I'm feeling odd again
And I'm feeling cold again
It's not your fault
Not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's (my) not, it's (my) not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault
It's not, it's not your fault (your fault)
Traveling down
I5 at night
I'm feeling
Pretty, pretty alright
And I've got no style
I've got no clique
So when I'm driving now
I'm clenching my fists
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