Highways
I’m weak
From marching with the band
I don't know the proper way
I'm supposed to use my hands
I wanna hear bass drops
Use all the stage props
Burn my tank tops
Feel a breeze in my hair

It's crazy
This is what I asked for I
Had no clue what was gonna be in store
So I shop online
Cry all the time
I still do things I should of stopped in my prime
Woah oh

I hate driving highways
I hate driving the highway

Growing up
I couldn't wear black
I hid a lot of things but I'd still go back
I dream of him
The lights down dim
Pale fingers running over my black lace trim
It's baby blue
The pool we don't use
The water’s freezing over
So we dive in twos
I'm drowning in fear
With fake friends near
I had a best friend
But she's no longer here
Woah oh

I hate driving highways
I have driving the highway