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 (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