Rearview Memory

I should fold and pack my clothes

Stack them up in tidy rows

Detach from what I see on the shelf

An outgrown wardrobe belonging to someone else

Start the car, throw sparks, try to find a way out

If we could leave this suddenly

I'm feeling better 'bout leaving things behind, with moving on

I could learn to be alright 'cause I know

If I drove to somewhere new

I could get there with nothin' but the rearview

Every grass-stained shirt, every rip in my jeans

Picking the scab on my knees (Go)

Start the car, throw sparks, try to find a way out

If we could leave this suddenly

Break apart, drive through until there's no one around

Like it's a rearview memory (It's all a rearview)

Every grass-stained shirt, every rip in my jeans

Wiping the blood from my knees

Don't let it sink too deep in the fabric

Where you can't shake the habit

Start the car, throw sparks far away from it now

It's all a rearview memory

I'm a part right through, hardly knew I was down

It's all a rearview memory

Start the car, throw sparks far away from it now

It's all a rearview memory

I'm a part right through, turned it all around

It's all a rearview memory

It's all a rearview

It's all a rearview

It's all a rearview