This goes to Plato
|
Simple to say so
|
Children in sports cars
|
Forgetting their raincoats
|
|
I am an island
|
Beating myself up
|
Look at my cell phone
|
I get all choked up
|
|
Where has my heart been?
|
Feelings go way back
|
Moon and a campfire
|
Light up what I like
|
Nice to see you
|
Let's meet up again
|
I want you not another friend
|
|
[Chorus]
|
When I'm driving in my car
|
Singing songs of scabs and scars
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
When I'm driving in my car
|
Singing songs of blackened hearts
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
Oh this is to say so
|
When it's all they say
|
She was to she said
|
Oh and a segway
|
It was her birthday
|
and I thought I missed her
|
A girl sat down next to me and I kissed her
|
You were with your friends
|
Enjoying a dance song
|
I was with my love
|
Fucking my chance up
|
I'm not your boyfriend
|
But you look so upset
|
Tuck in a sad song with someone I just met
|
|
This ain't rocket science baby
|
Let's figure this thing out
|
'Cause it takes two to make it right
|
So don't leave me out
|
'Cause I'm tryin' and I am quietly dying
|
|
[Chorus]
|
When I'm driving in my car
|
Singing songs of scabs and scars
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
When I'm driving in my car
|
Singing songs of blackened hearts
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
[breakdown]
|
|
Well this ain't rocket science baby, you know me
|
I keep it simple like a Bereta bang bang
|
Like a fort to a tree
|
Why should this turn into a chore for you and me?
|
We should keep it cookie cutted to be
|
Hyperextended and incentives
|
Just like all the rest
|
Save me the more sensitive contestant when the time is best
|
I guess these signs lead to preminicious skies but
|
Why would anybody want to know beforehand what their surprise is?
|
|
(race me to starting line because it ends up where we started
|
racing to the finish line because we're almost home
|
racing to the yellow line so we can all remember wasted paper wages
|
to be i am i am all alone
|
and I get so frustrated
|
and as that pain was shakin
|
and i gotta get it to you)
|
|
This ain't rocket science baby
|
Let's figure this thing out
|
'Cause it takes two to make it right
|
So don't leave me out
|
'Cause I'm tryin and I am quietly dying
|
|
[chorus]
|
When I am driving in my car
|
Singing songs of scabs and scars
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
When I'm driving in my car
|
Singing songs of blackened hearts
|
The dark recession in the street
|
Is all that's left of me
|
|
-----------------
|
Rocket Science
|
| Chronic Future |
