Winding roads and lots of traffic
The Adult Hits stations plays
Did you tell your father you like girls?
I laugh at this for days

I tell my mom I'll marry my job
She finds this amusing
She doesn't know about those
Whose hearts I've been abusing

Sunny day with a bag all packed
I can see that look in her eyes
She thinks he's my boyfriend
I cringe under the all-blue sky

Nausea grips my stomach
She asks if everything's alright
I tell her that I'm tired
I'm tired of this constant plight

I wear a ring on my left hand
It adds the right amount of weight
I tell her it's a simple band
The white wipes clean my slate