Paul Walker
Daniel Willard
I've got the keys to your house for when you're not at home
I like to talk in your voice and try on your clothes
You still smell like the Summer you met me
And I don't know where I've been
For the last 3 years worth of Sundays
And something has gotta be happening
When something ain't happening
Gotta know why I make it you
Burning rubber over something I can never have