Testo Rearview Memory

I should fold and pack my clothes
Stack them up in tidy rows
Detached from what I see on the shelf
An outgrown wardrobe belonging to someone else

Start the car, throw sparks, try to find a way out
If we could leave this suddenly
I'm feeling better about leaving things behind, with moving on I could learn to be alright 'cause I know
If I drove to somewhere new
I could get there with nothin' but the rearview

Every grass-stained shirt, every rip in my jeans
Picking the scab on my knees (Go)

Start the car, throw sparks, try to find a way out
If we could leave this suddenly
Break apart, drive through until there's no one around
Like it's a rearview memory (It's all a rearview)

Every grass-stained shirt, every rip in my jeans
Wiping the blood from my knees
Don't let it sink too deep in the fabric Where you can't shake the habit

Start the car, throw sparks far away from it now
It's all a rearview memory
I'm a part right through, hardly knew I was down
It's all a rearview memory
Start the car, throw sparks far away from it now
It's all a rearview memory
I'm a part right through, turned it all around
It's all a rearview memory