If I saw you on the freeway
I'd crash into your car
Just to hear you say my name
So I always scan the streets
For your blood red Mercury
But you're never behind the wheel
Oh
You caught me sleeping in the backseat of my car
I don't want to wake up, leave the headlights off
I'm sleeping with my clothes on
On cigarettes receipts
In the middle of your street
Oh
I need someone to miss
When I'm all alone
On the road
I need an anchor
I need a reason
For me to come back home
Im sleeping with my clothes on
But I don't want to fall to steep
Cause that six or seven hours of you
That I don't get to see
Face down in the pavement
And I hope it rains
So I don't die dirty
Theres a holy war inside my head
And I can't tell which side has shed
More blood
So I'll just be the ground you sleep on
When you can't find your bed
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