She might've let you hold her hand in school
But I'ma show you how to graduate
No, I don't need to hear you talk the talk
Just come and show me what your mama gave, oh

So put the car in drive, and don't stop runnin' 'til you're long gone

You're gonna be alright if you just stop thinkin' it over

'Cause every pane of glass that your pebbles tap

Negates the pains I went through to avoid you

And every little pat on the shoulder for attention

Fails to mention I still hate you

'Cause honey, I'll come get my things, but I can't let go

I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go

I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

I'm sick of smiling
And so is my jaw
Can't you see my front is crumbling down
I'm sick of being someone I'm not
Please get me out of this slump