I never said that I'd be perfect   but I'm not the antagonist   of your life story.   This road is short but it's all I see.   So I'll drive this 15 minutes   With the car at 115.      My friends are waiting for me back home   and I can't wait to tell them the things I've done   because my blood does not determine family.      My tongue is firmly planted in my cheek   When I say those things to you.   I'm here but my heart's not   it's far away   off with the people I ignored for you.      You no longer write my lines for me.