The graffiti over 309 used to say things that I could romanticize
Like "I'll always love you Katie" or "Bernard Herman lives" or maybe "loves"
I could never quite decipher or decide
But now the overpass says things like "DRAT"
And I'm not sure what to make of it
I watch the highway lines unwind
Thought about where I could go and who I would leave behind
I stayed anchored here
Cause only I could find a way to make a year I hated seem nostalgic
I can't say goodbye
And I've been having car crash dreams
Not sure if they mean anything
But it keeps out of the driver's seat
I remember me at eighteen
Naked in your parents' basement
Young and careless
Watching you blow smoke rings
And I remember me at eighteen
You say stoic in front of me
A portrait of who we'd someday be
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
And I'll say the best years may still be ahead of me
I remember me at eighteen
Naked in your parents' basement
Young and careless
Watching you blow smoke rings
And I remember me at eighteen
You say stoic in front me
A portrait of who we'd someday be
Like "I'll always love you Katie" or "Bernard Herman lives" or maybe "loves"
I could never quite decipher or decide
But now the overpass says things like "DRAT"
And I'm not sure what to make of it
I watch the highway lines unwind
Thought about where I could go and who I would leave behind
I stayed anchored here
Cause only I could find a way to make a year I hated seem nostalgic
I can't say goodbye
And I've been having car crash dreams
Not sure if they mean anything
But it keeps out of the driver's seat
I remember me at eighteen
Naked in your parents' basement
Young and careless
Watching you blow smoke rings
And I remember me at eighteen
You say stoic in front of me
A portrait of who we'd someday be
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
Me verses the highway
And I'll say the best years may still be ahead of me
I remember me at eighteen
Naked in your parents' basement
Young and careless
Watching you blow smoke rings
And I remember me at eighteen
You say stoic in front me
A portrait of who we'd someday be