405
I Took the 405,
And Drilled a Stake Down Into Your Center
And Stated That It's Never, Ever Been Better Than This.
I Hung My Favorite Shirt
On the Floorboard, Wrinkled Up
From Pulling, Pushing, and Tasting, Tasting.
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
Misguided By the 405,
'cause It Led Me to An Alcoholic Summer.
I Missed the Exit to Your Parents' House Hours Ago.
Red Wine and the Cigarettes,
Hide Your Bad Habits Underneath the Patio...
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
You Keep Twisting the Truth.
That Keeps Me Thrown Askew.
405
Tomé la 405,
Y clavé una estaca en tu centro
Y dije que nunca, nunca ha estado mejor que esto.
Colgué mi camisa favorita
En el piso del auto, arrugada
De tirar, empujar y saborear, saborear.
Sigues retorciendo la verdad.
Eso me mantiene desequilibrado.
Desviado por la 405,
Porque me llevó a un verano alcohólico.
Perdí la salida a la casa de tus padres hace horas.
Vino tinto y cigarrillos,
Esconden tus malos hábitos debajo del patio...
Sigues retorciendo la verdad.
Eso me mantiene desequilibrado.
Sigues retorciendo la verdad.
Eso me mantiene desequilibrado.