As Long As The Radio Is On, This Should Go Smoothly

Please listen up...
I'm not asking you that much - just a couple minutes while we drive through autumn hills tonight to remember the late nights we traced the stars to connect the straylights you tore apart.
Running like a comet from a constellation, you are leaving me.

I've always told myself for so long that I would never hate when I was hated on, but this event has brought an exception
I was taught to lick my wounds, move on and forget, but that won't do ‘cause you're worth more than ending it smoothly.
I promise you this time, the situation will be in my hands, and you won't have a chance to ask me

How have I become an enemy?
I'm stuck here guessing how to curse you with a common theme!
Don't you even try to fight me this time -
You've become my inspiration to take back all the nights you took from me!

Let's crack the windows and drive fast, cruise through the past at forty-five for an hour, or two – depending on the weather, I might or might not make my move.
Well, tell me what's worse – knowing you're gonna die, or living with yourself wishing you would've tried as hard as I did, as long as I did, as much to make sure that you'll never forget it.

You're counting as they're shooting,
And I bet you're thinking I'll always drive this car to catch your stars, but we are...

Driving down a skyline that is famous for its hazards
Counting crosses marking ditches where so many lives were shattered
And you're wondering why we've picked up speed as curves approach
Tugging on my arm you ask, “Is this some sort of joke?”
A modest request for your attention for a minute shouldn't be so hard to accomplish
You're naá¯ve to the point where I skip to track nine and you fail to hear me utter, “God, this is what I feel like!”
I turn the volume up and you still don't seem to notice
Evergreens we've seen before are somehow more important
You've become another person I've not met before
So you'd better buckle up and prepare for a war
It's obvious you're sick of our traditional romance
So I'll continue weighting my right foot on the gas,
Remember how our first kiss brought your hear to a halt?
Well this time, when it stops, I'll see you kissing the asphalt.

How have I become an enemy, an enemy? (X5)
Well, tell me what's worse – knowing you're gonna die, or living with yourself wishing you would've tried as hard as I did, as long as I did, as much to make sure that you'll never forget it. (X4)
Don't you even try to fight me this time – you've become my inspiration to take back all the nights you took from me. (X2)