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 [Chorus] You keep twisting the truth That keeps me thrown askew Misguided by the 405 cause it lead 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 Patio, patio, patio [Chorus x2]