It's twelve in the morning
and my friends are piled in a car
that's obviously too small for all of us
We're racing down old dark back roads
we're singing to trash music as loud as we can
I think we sang our throats raw
We're screaming the lyrics to songs everybody knows
but nobody plays unless they're doing exactly what we are
We are being kids
we're having fun
We feel free
It's dark out
and the chilly night air of summer etches into our skin
as we hang out of the windows
We're being stupid but it's nice
Our eardrums are close to popping
as the booming music covers the sound of us screaming
down those old back roads
Stupid kids
Stupid music
Stupid ideas
We're feeling free.
