Is this a love song, or a hate anthem? I guess it just depends on which side of the line you’re standing Really sick and tired of this trap we live in Giving and taking is never that romantic These are true hearts, true minds, true love, true crimes You didn’t really think about that when you were 17
Gas the pain Cruel octane Floor the shame Never the same
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey You always gotta be right just to see what’s left
White knuckling through my scattered thoughts Blurry like the lines on the road that I’m flying across Shifting your dreams, forcing a lie We’re out of time, no matter how fast you drive These are true hearts, these are true minds This is true love, these are true crimes We dreamt for miles at 17
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey You always gotta be right just to see what’s left
In the past year, I’ve become all my greatest fears We were like this car, ignoring our problems a thousand miles too far Letting it corrode assuming that’s just how it goes Until we backfire, leaking oil and trust mixed with the smell of tires Left to rot and choke on our own smoke Was I really crazy before you tried to save me, or did we just make everything worse?
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey You always gotta be right just to see what’s left