721 on the dash, I’m ghostin’
white lines like the thoughts I’m drownin’
voicemail from your best friend, she toastin’
my name in her mouth, keep bouncin’
laced weed in the glove, heart still frozen
two years of your lies still countin’
if love’s just a drug, I’m overdosed in
the crash left my pulse doin’ 200
fuck a forever, I’m good with the sound of
the tires that scream while I’m outta town