I took the 405 and drilled a stake down into your center,
And stated that it´s never ever been better than this.
I hung my favorite shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from pulling pushing tasting.

You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.

Misguided by the 405 ´cause it lead me to an alcoholic summer.
I missed the exit to your parents´ house hours ago.
Red wine and the cigarettes... hide your bad habits underneath the patio.

You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew [x2]