Chain Smoker -

I can’t apologize for the things I don’t remember

'Cause I can’t stomach the thought that I won’t be forgiven

When every night the drive home is like a little adventure

When the streetlights come up, the blinds go down

But where do we go from here?

I’m always catching up and making excuses

I’m in bed in the worst way

I’m always hung up on some minor detail

You’ll say I think too much, but I never learned how to get well

When every night the drive home is just a blurry adventure