Written by max collins
Tonight i feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedal
I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl don't need a friend cause my friend lonesome's
Unconditional
We're flying forever bored
And for a moment i love everything
That i see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror
Cause its so perfect
I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here
I hear the change in gear
My pile shakes as i hit eighty on the open road
This is an open road song
The night is becokoning although i have nowhere to go but home
Feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind if i could frame my mind
Where would it hang
I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As i pour my poor heart out
To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out
But that's ok cause i sound better then him anyway any day
Yeah my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and i've found it where i've found it many times before
Times before can be forgotten