You can drive, you can drive, you can drive down the 405
To the 101 to my house


And these highways are in so many songs,
I couldn't count them all
I tried


So much sad history described in a ride
And when I told you I was happy, I lied

I lied, I lied, I lied...

And I've got Vicodin

Do you want to come over?
I know it's a long drive from Malibu


I've got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
And I'm feeling so bad and so good
And I don't know what to do


And I'll take my chances now
'Cause I can't go back, I'm out too far

And I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking that you know how it feels

So get in your car and drive

And I can tell you that I'll try
I'll try, I'll try, I'll try


And I've got Vicodin
Do you wan to come over?
I know it's a long drive from Malibu


I've got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
And I'm feeling so bad and so good

I don't know what to do

Yeah, I'm feeling so bad and so good

I don't know what to do

It's in your face

I know that place you're going to
I'll follow you


I'll meet you there
Don't bring a thing for me
I'll take care, I'll take care


And I've got Vicodin
Do you want to come over?

I know it's a long drive from Malibu

I got a pocket full of pills and not one lover

And I'm feeling so bad and so good
I don't know what to do


I've got Vicodin
Do you want to come over?
I know it's a long drive from Malibu


I got a pocket full of pills and not one lover
And I'm feeling so bad and so good

I don't know what to do

Yeah, I'm feeling so bad and so good

I don't know what to do