Midnight On the Dash

Low fuel

High speed

Windows cracked

Eyes bleed (yeah)

Digital clock say 3:04

Seat pushed back, but I lean in more

Red eyes, white lines, green glow on the dash

Old receipts, new stress, tucked in the ash

Half tank, whole past sitting in the rearview

Missed calls lighting up, still I don’t hear you

Fast lane therapy, talking to the asphalt

Blaming every curve, never my fault

Driving all night in a black BMW

Head full of noise, but it all feels stereo

Silence in the car, but the heart go boom

Racing every thought till we run out of room

Driving all night in a black BMW (skrrt)

Speeding from the things that I still hold onto

If I hit the brakes, all the truth might crash

So I just keep talking to the dash (to the dash)

Got a hoodie on, same one from last June

Smell of her perfume still in the back, fumes

Left my hometown, but it cling like smoke

Every exit sign spell out inside jokes

City on the map, but I’m off-grid, ghost

Quarter tank left, that’s when fear hit most

If I make it home, do I walk in new?

Or the same old kid with a darker view?

Driving all night in a black BMW

Head full of noise, but it all feels stereo

Silence in the car, but the heart go boom

Racing every thought till we run out of room

Driving all night in a black BMW (yeah)

Speeding from the things that I still hold onto

If I hit the brakes, all the truth might crash

So I just keep talking to the dash (talking to the dash)

One road

Two lives

Bright sign

Dark sky

Driving all night in this black BMW (woah)

Hoping by the morning I’m a different dude