Two AM, coldest night

Talking to himself because he has stuff to say

Its on his mind, he’s about to skreigh

Letting the white light shine through his windshield tonight

Gas tank full, he’s doing what he wants to do

Living his life, everythings alright

Looking forward but there is no escape, no detour

No turning back, no U-turn 

If he picks up the nights call

He might not see tomorrow

But the way he looks in the rear view mirror is so tempting

And he doesn’t have to look forward now

Because the rear view mirror makes everything closer

And he doesn’t have to see through the smoke in front of him

Because the rear view mirror makes everything brighter

He got into an argument stormed out jumped off his mama’s porch 

He hopped in his wannabe Porsche 

He rolled off just thinking about the way he looks in the rear view mirror

What does the world understand about this phenomena

Call him crazy he doesn’t care just let him do his thing 

Because he’ll be good till the morning comes