Get in the Van

It’s four o’clock in the morning*
I can’t stay awake anymore
And I pass out with phone in hand
I tried to stay detached and failed
I’m terrified to open up my chest
To have a pound of ice dumped in again
If you’re trying to ruin me for future girlfriends
You nailed it
When you’re at the beach in San Diego
With the sand beneath your feet
Try not to think of me
This is so messed up
When I drive these streets north on the way home
And pass through a toll or two
I’ll try not to think of you
But it’s easier said
How can you be my one that got away
When you’re still hanging around
How can he be so much better than me
When he only comes to town
To love you for the weekend
Regardless of the reason
It’s not okay
I was there for you and you just pushed me away
When you’re at the beach in San Diego
With the sand beneath your feet
Try not to think of me
This is so messed up
When I drive these streets north on the way home
And pass through a toll or two
I’ll try not to think of you
But it’s easier said than done