Fuck you if you a car for its paint job Love you if you love a car for the road Show me the miles and your arms and the scar the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips 'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit Right in the moment where the curved a bit sharp And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your belt And pulling you from the open of your flipped car
Cold Tie-dye hearts Give'm here, give'm me downs Give me give me me give me sloppy seconds Give em here, give em
I care where you've been How miles, I still love you I care where you've been How many miles, I love you
Show me someone who they got no baggage show you somebody whose got no story Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't me We won't know until we get The who, or the what, or the when My favorite sweater was a that I got a couple presidents ago And I promised that I would rock it it's thread bare Bet on it Every person got a couple skeletons So pretty soon, in room It'll be me and you when we clear out all the elephants Me and you and the
We all have our Beer's flat, the cabs have been And everybody and momma can hear the drama That's behind these thin walls
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I don't where you've been How miles, I still love you I care where you've been How miles, I still love you
I don't (cold pizza) you've been (tie-dye shirts) How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you I don't (hand me downs) Where you've (left overs) How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still you
My pattern with isn't a flattering image But I don't want to run away because I so I don't want to be the guy to all of my flaws And I'll be you the side of me that I don't let show in fashion That has happened coming crashing down let go But in a couple it will be retro You rock Marc My have the gecko 'Cause in the man, I was hopeless But now's it's why my little look the dopest (whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion Have a stale doughnut, I need no tips Fuck a five second a plan I never understood It's September in my kitchen in a sweater Sipping coffee on the phone with damaged goods
And is not a single place that I would rather be I'm fucked up just you are, and you're fucked up just like me
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I don't where you've been How many miles, I love you I don't care you've been How many miles, I love you
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