Painted picture of a little anarchist
Making movies on Dad's camera
It's turning eighteen, looks like twenty-three
Buying Forties with fake ID

is a lightning rod
And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 a. m. and I feel I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future and I feel
like I'm getting high off a neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco
(Ooh-ooh)

Pack of cigarеttes, Code Red Mountain Dеw
Yellow fingertips and waste
I comb my hair over from my widow's peak
Chili Peppers on the car speakers

I'm so camouflaged
And I never felt so lost

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 a. m. and I feel I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future and I feel
like I'm getting high off a neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco
Here at the Sunoco, oh-oh

And I'm trying my best
But I can't win
Trying to keep all my secrets in
It's your hand on my chest
And the heat of my skin
Brings me right back there again

Doing donuts in the parking lot
Me and my friends, we'll never get caught
6 a. m. and I feel I'll never leave this place alive
But I swear I'm gonna die on my feet
Never come back to these upstate streets
I'm seeing my future and I feel
like I'm getting high off a neon glow
Standing at the crossroads
Here at the Sunoco

(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh)
(Ooh)