405 by DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

I took the 405 and drove a stake down into 
your center, and stated that it's never ever 
been better than this. I hung my favorite 
shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from 
pulling pushing and tasting, tasting. 

You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me 
thrown askew. 

Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an 
alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to your 
parents' house hours ago. Red wine and the 
cigarettes: hide you bad habits underneath 
the patio, patio, patio, patio. 

You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew. 
You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.