I told you on the phone
I told you I was trouble, man
When we were both alone
I told you I was trouble, man

You got into my car, "I don't care what you are"
Is what you said to me back then
I told you in my car
I told you I was trouble, man

The summer of the crash
The winter of survival mode
You saw it in a flash
That we're entering survival mode

I said you never learn, you signaled as you turned
Onto the wrong and binding road
That summer of the crash
That winter of survival mode

Do you remember when we thought the world was ending?
Seems funny now
The future is a text message sending
Out, out, out

I live forever in sunset
An ending not quite done yet
Some people don't understand it
You thought you understood
When you said you believed in me
I'm lost out here for good
But you said you believed in me

I didn't think to ask, the tank was full of gas
Pulled on to Highway 93
The sun was in your eyes
You thought you could believe in me

A burning cigarette
An animal that digs for warmth
Assessing all that's left
A burning urge to dig for more

There is no news to catch, the certain sense of threat
Is all that keeps us driving north
You've got me in your arms
Maybe that's all we need for warmth

Do you remember when we thought the world was ending?
Seems funny now
The future is a text message sending
Out, out, out

I live forever in sunset
An ending not quite done yet
Some people don't understand it