Remember last summer Under the shooting stars? We made a wish on 'together forever' And let nobody tear us apart And how fun Was that ride down to Mexico? We took a chance on those road side tacos And we got sick by the side of the road And the Fall came We had that big pot lot party And your little 16 year old brother Spilt wine all over my carpet And I've got mad, you thought it was funny I stayed mad all Winter It's so sad, a thing like that Become such a splinter I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It's been the same, same And the story's getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us, it's too late Let the credits start to roll I'm almost 23 And I'm barely hanging on I can't keep crashing couches And going to sleep at dawn And when were you gonna take me somewhere That I can dress up? Where we can act grown up? Do you ever wanna clean up? We share a car, you thought it was okay You couldn't have cut it closer I'm sick of it, this is it And now the party's over I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It's been the same, same And the story's getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us, it's too late Let the credits start to roll Someday you'll make some girl happy I know, you'll get through You'll know just what to say, to do Because I showed to you I tried it your way But I got nothing to show It's been the same, same And the story's getting old So, I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road For us, it's too late Let the credits start to roll Let the credits start to roll Oh, it's too late, it's too late, it's too late I guess the driveway Will be the end of the road Will be the end of the road