Little Miami

The later I stay up the more I get by
On these broken car speakers that carry me through the night
I guess when I sit and think about it
It was all a game, we played a little different but the pieces were the same
You needed me to kiss your ass and maybe some money for gas
I needed to feel like someone was there at all
Like someone was there at all
And these old habits I won’t let them stick
(I'm not coming around)
We can’t pretend it won’t come up on us quick
But here it is, crushing
These friendships
(These friendships)
Were nothing but a bunch of blown smoke
And two egos that just broke
And pictures that were already burning
And maybe
I kept you around because this city
Was too much to down alone
But now I now
It’s much better when we stop pretending
And there’s no time to sing along
Down the river, with the tracks at our back.