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Driving to your beach house I want to find some peace, trying to get some sleep If I just sang forever, would I have nothing left But gone and done my best? And ooh, I wanna change my number and never call again But you are all that I look forward to, but that don't fit right yet It don't sit right yet Having colder showers I want to fix my head by freezing it instead If I just sat here breathing Could I feel proud and brave for living through today? And ooh, I want to write my teachers and tell em they were wrong But the truth is, I'm not saving people, I'm just writing songs Just trying to feel well Driving to your beach house In my working car with my groceries and my bottles of wine And I've been private schooled Yeah, I've been raised and dressed and given hands and blessed And I'll be back this weekend To our house and home, no, I don't live alone, I married in the summer But I can't find a job And we're still doing fine and it's all in my mind driving to your beach house From Letras Mania