80's Through the 50's

Miles away, and I can't seem to shake
 The smell of your car in 2003
 Beach air and bad tunes
 Stale smoke and junk food
 Tell her to stay and you'll scare her away
 Staying the same just makes everything change
 I'm plowing right through friends I don't talk to
 Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
 80's through the 50's
 Breezes make me think of you
 And I'll count down the days
 Just like I count down before I go away
 Trying to get used to not being there with you
 Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
 80's through the 50's
 Breezes make me think of you
 When you see me sliding out of view
 80's through the 50's
 Breezes make me think of you
 It got chilly this Saturday
 And with my hands in my pockets
 I walked around in circles like, "Oh no, I'm totally fucked."
 It's one thing to grow old, but I'm collecting dust
 'Cause nobody needs me
 Nobody needs me
 Nobody needs me the way that I need you
 Seasons seem to see me sliding out of view
 80's through the 50's
 Breezes make me think of you
 When you see me sliding out of view
 80's through the 50's
 Breezes make me think of you
 You