Pinky Swear
Into It. Over It.
Every single car on the new jersey turnpike
Has their hazards flashing for a fireworks display
I'll stop and watch it but I'm too busy thinking
Of every single chance that I was too afraid to take
Life gets in the way of living
And interrupts the could-of would-of should-of
That I ask myself each day
Where I've spent my time
And how I'm spending it
And if I'm simply wasting it away
So while I sat there motor humming on the shoulder I thought
I'd find a pen and start to write my failures out
But then the lights were gone and both sides of the paper were full
So hazards off turn signal on gas pedal down
Life gets in the way of living
And interrupts the could-of would-of should-of
That I ask myself each day
Where I've spent my time
And how I'm spending it
And if I'm simply wasting it away
Life gets in the way of living
And interrupts the could-be would-be should-be
That we're offered every day
And now that you and I've been given what we've wanted
Lets make a pinky swear that we don't throw it all away.