Traveling down

I5 at night

I'm feeling

Pretty alright

I've got no style

I got no clique

But I am driving now

I'm clenching my fists

And I'm not an early bird anymore

So drugged up on caffeine at the store

And I can't concentrate on work or my life

Baby lately I just want to die

And I'm feeling cold again

And I'm feeling cold again

And I'm feeling cold again

It's not your fault

It's not its not your fault

It's not its not your fault

It's not its not your fault

It's not its not your fault

Traveling down

I5 at night

I'm feeling

Pretty alright

I got no style

I got no clique

So when I'm driving now

I'm clenching my fists