Say good night before the parking lot is vacantnHeadlights at the crossroads, illuminating barren pathwaysnAnd you wish the passenger seat was occupiednSo you'd have the motive to turn this car aroundnnDon't hit the brakesnIt's not worth itnSmash your rear-view mirrornNo one's calling your namennRoll down the windows, invite in the numbing windsnCrank the knob to A/C; you're searching for sympathy, but it's not on the mapnYour insurance has given up on you long agonAnd you pretend that your companions are merely apparationsnnDon't hit the brakesnIt's not worth itnSmash your rear-view mirrornNo one's calling your namennRegardless of what I saynDespite my frustrationnI can't suppress a smilenAt the sight of you beamingnAnd this is what I loathenYeah, this is what I loathenI'll take this chance to say good nightnnGood night, good night, good rest of your life