Lyrics Everything in the Rearview - Brett Kissel

Graffiti bridge, we rolled, we burned
We learned to blow that smoke
Underneath those bleacher seats
Where she showed me the ropes

Where I wrapped that ′93 Jeep 'round an oak tree
Man, my dad was pissed
There′s a laundry list of things I did
I know I won't outlive
I couldn't wait to get out
Oh, but looking back now

All the good, the bad, the tears, the laughs
The bitter and the sweet
All the time we lost in parking lots
Those memories still run deep
It′s as part of me as my heartbeat
And the ink in this tattoo
So here′s to everything in the rearview
Everything in the rearview

First heard the word at 3rd Street Church
Baptized when I was 12
Turned 16 got dad's old keys
Found a field and raised some hell
My small world stopped when a girl
Said those three words back
Ain′t a thing I'd change about those days
Except they went too fast

All the good, the bad, the tears, the laughs
The bitter and the sweet
All the time we lost in parking lots
Those memories still run deep
It′s as part of me as my heartbeat
And the ink in this tattoo
So here's to everything in the rearview
Everything in the rearview

Here′s to the songs that saved me
Here's to the streets that made me
Here's to the faces I don′t see too much no more
Yeah, I′m grateful for

All the good, the bad, the tears, the laughs
The bitter and the sweet
All the time we lost in parking lots
Those memories still run deep
It's as part of me as my heartbeat
And the ink in this tattoo
So here′s to everything in the rearview
Hmm, everything in the rearview