Rearview Memory

I should fold and pack my clothes Stack them up in tidy rows Detach 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 'bout 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 It's all a rearview It's all a rearview It's all a rearview