Painted picture of a little anarchist Making movies on Dad's camera It's turning eighteen, looks like twenty-three Buying Forties with fake ID I was a lightning rod And I never felt so lost Doing donuts in the parking lot Me and my friends, we'll never get caught 6 AM and I feel I'll never leave this place alive But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet Never come back to these upstate streets I'm seeing my future and I feel like I'm getting high off a neon glow Standing at the crossroads Here at the Sunoco (Ooh-ooh) Pack of cigarettes, Code Red Mountain Dew Yellow fingertips around her waist, I I comb my hair over from my widow's peak Chili Peppers on the car speakers I'm so camouflaged And I never felt so lost Doing donuts in the parking lot Me and my friends, we'll never get caught 6 AM and I feel I'll never leave this place alive But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet Never come back to these upstate streets I'm seeing my future and I feel like I'm getting high off a neon glow Standing at the crossroads Here at the Sunoco Here at the Sunoco, oh-oh And I'm trying my best But I can't win Trying to keep all my secrets in It's your hand on my chest And the heat of my skin Brings me right back there again Doing donuts in the parking lot Me and my friends, we'll never get caught 6 AM and I feel I'll never leave this place alive But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet Never come back to these upstate streets I'm seeing my future and I feel like I'm getting high off a neon glow Standing at the crossroads Here at the Sunoco (Ooh-ooh) (Ooh-ooh) (Ooh)