Left Turns In New Jersey

Is this a love song, or a hate anthem?
I guess it just depends on which side of the line you're standing
Really sick and tired of this trap we live in
Giving and taking is never that romantic
These are true hearts, true minds, true love, true crimes
You didn't really think about that when you were 17

Gas the pain
Cruel octane
Floor the shame
Never the same

Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
You always gotta be right just to see what's left

White knuckling through my scattered thoughts
Blurry like the lines on the road that I'm flying across
Shifting your dreams, forcing a lie
We're out of time, no matter how fast you drive
These are true hearts, these are true minds
This is true love, these are true crimes
We dreamt for miles at 17

Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
You always gotta be right just to see what's left

In the past year, I've become all my greatest fears
We were like this car, ignoring our problems a thousand miles too far
Letting it corrode assuming that's just how it goes
Until we backfire, leaking oil and trust mixed with the smell of tires
Left to rot and choke on our own smoke
Was I really crazy before you tried to save me, or did we just make everything worse?

Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
My head is in gridlock, the engine is pounding, my heart is overheated
Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
You always gotta be right just to see what's left

What's left? Nothing at all