I crashed my car the other day
And i might’ve hit your mailbox
I ended up turning around
And going 90 on the freeway
I’m glad that the cops didn’t catch me
I’m glad that you didn’t find me
Crying on your driveway
Looking through your window
I know you’re probably not home
I know you’re probably not home
You said you liked my hair short
So I’m growing it out
I never liked fireworks
Or anything too loud
I don’t care about my birthday
I don’t feel any older
Every year is the same
Just a little bit colder
I’m glad that the cops didn’t catch me
I’m glad that you didn’t find me
Crying on your driveway
Looking through your window
I know you’re probably not home
I know you’re probably not home
You’re changing like the seasons
And now its june
I’m singing about the summer
Just a little too soon
But i guess i don’t care
And even if i did i wouldn’t say
Cause july will come soon
And all of this will fade away