The Driveway - Katy Perry

Remember last summer,
under the shooting stars?
We made a wish we're together forever,
And let nobody tear us apart.

And how fun was that ride down to Mexico?
We took a chance on those road side tacos,
and we got sick by the side of the road.

And the fall came,
and we had that big pot lot party;
and your little sixteen year old brother,
spilt wine all over my carpet.
and I got mad, you thought it was funny,
I stayed mad all winter;
It's so sad,
A thing like that,
Becomes such a splinter.

I tried it your way,
but I got nothing to show.
It's been the same, same,
and the story's getting old.
So, I guess the driveway,
is the end of the road.
For us it's too, late.
Let the credits start to roll.

I'm almost twenty-three,
and I'm barely hanging on.
I can't keep crashing couches
and going to sleep at dawn.
And when were you going to take me somewhere that I can dress up?
Where we can act grown up.
Do you ever wanna clean up?

We share a car, you thought it was okay;
you couldn't have cut it closer.
I'm sick of it, this is it;
and now the party's over.

Someday, you'll make, some girl, happy;
I know, you'll get through.
You'll know, just what, to say, to do;
Because I showed you.

I tried it your way,
but I got nothing to show.
It's been the same, same,
and the story's getting old.
So, I guess the driveway,
is the end of the road.
For us it's too, late.
Let the credits start to roll.