Beach House

Driving to your beach house
I want to find some peace, trying to get some sleep
If I just sang forever, would I have nothing left
But gone and done my best?

And ooh, I wanna change my number and never call again
But you are all that I look forward to, but that don't fit right yet
It don't sit right yet

Having colder showers
I want to fix my head by freezing it instead
If I just sat here breathing
Could I feel proud and brave for living through today?

And ooh, I want to write my teachers and tell em they were wrong
But the truth is, I'm not saving people, I'm just writing songs
Just trying to feel well

Driving to your beach house
In my working car with my groceries and my bottles of wine
And I've been private schooled
Yeah, I've been raised and dressed and given hands and blessed
And I'll be back this weekend
To our house and home, no, I don't live alone, I married in the summer
But I can't find a job
And we're still doing fine and it's all in my mind driving to your beach house