text: Remember last summer
  Under the shooting stars?
  We made a wish were together forever
  And let nobody tear us apart
  And how fun was that ride down to Mexico?
  We took a chance on those road side tacos
  And we got sick by the side of the road
  And the fall came
  And we had that big pot lot party;
  And your little sixteen year old brother
  Spilt wine all over my carpet
  And I got mad, you thought it was funny
  I stayed mad all winter;
  Its so sad
  A thing like that
  Becomes such a splinter
  I tried it your way
  But I got nothing to show
  Its been the same, same
  And the storys getting old
  So, I guess the driveway
  Is the end of the road
  For us its too, late
  Let the credits start to roll
  Im almost twenty-three
  And Im barely hanging on
  I cant keep crashing couches
  And going to sleep at dawn
  And when were you going to take me somewhere that I can dress up?
  Where we can act grown up
  Do you ever wanna clean up?
  We share a car, you thought it was okay
  You couldnt have cut it closer
  Im sick of it, this is it;
  And now the partys over
  I tried it your way
  But I got nothing to show
  Its been the same, same, and
  The storys getting old
  So, I guess the driveway
  Is the end of the road
  For us its too, late
  Let the credits start to roll
  Someday, youll make, some girl, happy;
  I know, youll get though
  Youll know, just what, to say, to do;
  Because I showed you
  I tried it your way
  But I got nothing to show
  Its been the same, same
  And the storys getting old
  So, I guess the driveway
  Is the end of the road
  For us its too, late
  Let the credits start to roll
  Let the credits start to roll
  Oh, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah
  Oh, its too late, its too late, its too late
  I guess the driveway; will be the end of the road