"sap" lyrics
If I slam my hand on the steering wheel
I'll have another bloody knuckle that I'll have to conceal
It's another dumb episode of "how old am I?"
I let my feelings take control like almost all of the time
If I drive straight off of the sellwood bridge
I wonder who would talk about me like I'm someone to miss
It's another stupid episode of what do I do
I measure nothings gonna change if I have nothin to prove
I've got bloodshot eyes and a beer in the fridge
I think a little big of buzz will give me some of a fix
In 26 years I'll be a miserable sap
I never thought that meeting her could make me feel so sad
I'll dream of you like I always do
I'll dream of you like I always do
If I slam my hand on the steering wheel
I'll have another bloody knuckle that I'll have to conceal
It's another dumb episode of "how old am I?"
I let my feelings take control like almost all of the time
If I drive straight off of the sellwood bridge
I wonder who would talk about me like I'm someone to miss
It's another stupid episode of what do I do
I measure nothings gonna change if I have nothin to prove
I've got bloodshot eyes and a beer in the fridge
I think a little big of buzz will give me some of a fix
In 26 years I'll be a miserable sap
I never thought that meeting her could make me feel so sad
I'll have another bloody knuckle that I'll have to conceal
It's another dumb episode of "how old am I?"
I let my feelings take control like almost all of the time
If I drive straight off of the sellwood bridge
I wonder who would talk about me like I'm someone to miss
It's another stupid episode of what do I do
I measure nothings gonna change if I have nothin to prove
I've got bloodshot eyes and a beer in the fridge
I think a little big of buzz will give me some of a fix
In 26 years I'll be a miserable sap
I never thought that meeting her could make me feel so sad
I'll dream of you like I always do
I'll dream of you like I always do
If I slam my hand on the steering wheel
I'll have another bloody knuckle that I'll have to conceal
It's another dumb episode of "how old am I?"
I let my feelings take control like almost all of the time
If I drive straight off of the sellwood bridge
I wonder who would talk about me like I'm someone to miss
It's another stupid episode of what do I do
I measure nothings gonna change if I have nothin to prove
I've got bloodshot eyes and a beer in the fridge
I think a little big of buzz will give me some of a fix
In 26 years I'll be a miserable sap
I never thought that meeting her could make me feel so sad
