I took the 405 and drove a stake down into    your center, and stated that it's never ever    been better than this. I hung my favorite    shirt on the floorboard, wrinkled up from    pulling pushing and tasting, tasting.       You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me    thrown askew.       Misguided by the 405 'cause it lead me to an    alcoholic summer. I missed the exit to your    parents' house hours ago. Red wine and the    cigarettes: hide you bad habits underneath    the patio, patio, patio, patio.       You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.    You keep twisting the truth, that keeps me thrown askew.