|
Every time I see you |
|
Maybe I don't wanna be |
|
Caught up in the wreckage, |
|
Caught up in the wreckage. |
|
Every time I see you |
|
Maybe I don't wanna be |
|
Caught up in the wreckage, |
|
Caught up in the wreckage. |
|
When I'm swerving out the road |
|
And I'm blinking at not thinking |
|
Stop short gas pedal low |
|
And she's thinking about winking |
|
Will she start to stop, |
|
Will she skip my block for me, just me |
|
Telephone yapping foot gas tapping singing to the radio. |
|
Song it's blasting chorus lasting and she doesn't even know. |
|
Every time I see you |
|
Maybe I don't wanna be |
|
Caught up in the wreckage, |
|
Caught up in the wreckage |
|
Every time I see you |
|
Maybe I don't wanna be |
|
Caught up in the wreckage, |
|
Caught up in the wreckage too. |
|
Chrome and green not built for two |
|
Not drinking but not thinking |
|
Scraped knee bent wheel again |
|
And I'm thinking about screaming |
|
Will she start to stop, |
|
Will she skip my block for me, just me |
|
Telephone yapping foot gas tapping singing to the radio. |
|
Song it's blasting chorus lasting and she doesn't even know. |
|
Every time I see you |
|
Maybe I don't wanna be |
|
Caught up in the wreckage, |
|
Caught up in the wreckage |
|
Tada tata. |
