I was a victim to my own party
That dream machine was super sleepy
Thought it was happiness guaranteed
That was low minded I will concede
Lying in bed below my bedroom posters
Red Ferrari Testarossas
I'm trapped in the body of seventeen years
Stuck in class ignoring what he shows us
Jamming to Guns & Roses
I'm trapped in the cage of my high school fears
Well I'm hooking up a ride with a raven's clan
And I'm running out of money in a V-dub van
Are ya hitchin' for respect I'm a hitchin' man
Love you in the summer it's the best I can
Atari bored of being plastic
The Walkman becomes classic
I'm keeping it tough and hiding my tears
And at home it's best to stay low profile
To relish your own exile
I'm wrapped in my headphones with nobody here
Well I'm hanging up my hat while takin' a stand
Reaching for a drink in a travelling band
Hitchin for a laugh from a ramblin man
Carving out a path living mouth to hand
Sunny days keeping us together
Sunny days tearing us apart
Sunny days keeping us together
Sunny days tearing us apart
Well I'm hooking up a ride with a raven's clan
And I'm running out of money in a V-dub van
Are ya hitchin' for respect I'm a hitchin' man
Love you in the summer it's the best I can
Sunny days keeping us together
Sunny days tearing us apart
Sunny days keeping us together
Sunny days tearing us apart
Well I'm hooking up a ride with a raven's clan
And I'm running out of money in a V-dub van
Are ya hitchin' for respect I'm a hitchin' man
Love you in the summer it's the best I can