Fuck you if you love a car for its job Love you if you a car for the road trips Show me the miles and your arms and the scar Where the doctor had to pull out all the chips you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard Right in the moment where the road a bit sharp And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your belt And pulling you the open window of your flipped car
Cold Tie-dye Broken Give'm here, here me downs Give me give me Give me me sloppy seconds Give em here, give em
I don't care where you've How miles, I still love you I don't where you've been How many miles, I still you
Show me who says they got no baggage I'll show you somebody whose got no Nothing gory means no glory, but please don't bore me We won't until we get there 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 single person got a couple So pretty soon, in this It'll just be me and you when we out all the elephants Me and you and the
We all our pitfalls flat, the cabs have been called And and their momma can hear the drama That's behind these thin walls
Cold Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts) hearts Give'm here, give'm me downs (hand me downs) (leftovers) Sloppy here, give'm here
I don't care where been How many miles, I still you I don't care you've been How many miles, I love you
I care (cold pizza) Where been (tie-dye shirts) How many (broken hearts) miles, I love you I care (hand me downs) Where been (left overs) How (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you
My pattern with women isn't a image But I don't want to run because I said so I don't to be the guy to hide all of my flaws And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let Everything in has ever happened Always coming crashing let go But in a couple it will be retro You rock Ecko My shirts have the 'Cause in the man, I was hopeless But it's why my little cousins look the dopest (whoop whoop) the fashion po-po Have a doughnut, I don't need no tips Fuck a five second That's a I never understood September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater Sipping coffee on the phone with damaged goods
And there is not a single that I would rather be I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up like me
pizza (cold pizza) Tie-dye (tie-dye shirts) hearts Give'm here, Give'm Hand me (oh hand me downs) me give me leftovers (leftovers) Give me me sloppy seconds Give'm give'm here
I don't care where been How miles, I still love you I care where you've been How miles, I still love you
I don't (cold pizza) Where you've (tie-dye shirts) How many (broken hearts) miles, I still you I care (hand me downs) Where you've (left overs) How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still you