M I X T A P E

I slow down for horses and they keep walking by

You stopped answering your phone, would you please tell me why?

The heat here is oppressive, it makes me want to die

It's killing my high

It's killing my high

I make myself nauseous with too much caffeine

You're still out here living days like you just turned nineteen

We get drunk on purpose, we get really mean

The damage to our livers is, as some say, unforeseen, and that's just fine

One day I'll keep driving straight into the lake