Ooh
I've got a laundry list of things I'm worried about
About as long as my regrets that I can't count
Like that tattoo on my sleeve
Still gives me anxiety
I'm probably everything your friends warned you about

But I don't want a pity party, I'll keep it to myself

Like what if I'm too old to die young?
(What if I'm too old to die?)
What if I'm too lame to have fun?
(What if I'm too lame?)
It's so weighing on my heart
No idea where I should start
So I'm crying in my car
I'm crying in my car

Something 'bout the palm trees down the interstate
Make me feel like I've been growing up too late
'Cause no matter how wise I get
I still want a cigarette
Anything to make this empty go away

No, I don't want my friends to worry, but man it feels like hell

Like what if I'm too old to die young?
(What if I'm too old to die?)
What if I'm too lame to have fun?
(What if I'm too lame?)
It's so weighing on my heart
No idea where I should start
So I'm crying in my car

Miss my exit, it's hard to see through blurry eyes I guess
When I pull in I take a minute, so no one suspects

Maybe I'm too old to die young
Maybe I'm too lame to have fun
It's weighing on my heart
No idea where I should start
I at least can find a place
Where it's safe to fall apart
So I'm crying in my car
I'm crying in my car