Dead end friends 

Trying to drive my car

They’re paying for the gas 

So take em to the station 
They talk a lot 

About going far

Yet there they are 

Always glued to the travel channel
Here I am

Stick on others stickiness 

Scraping their gum 

From my shoes 
See a hitchhiker

But they look sketchy 

See a new road

And it looks long
Don’t care where it goes

As long as its away

A way outta this car

Far from these plastic pals 
Fast food on the way

Chinese take out 

Inside my stomach aches 

For love 
Lead astray by the fray 

Lost on the freeway again 

Trying to live the high way

In the lowlands