Race Cars And Goth Rock

I see him look at you and speak with such eloquenceAll I can do is rhyme eloquence with presidenceIt's the only word I think aboutWhen your his and not mine...(So unkind, so unkind)And it gets so annoying like a chick magazine with 17 Subscription cards shoved in betweenThey fall past my seatAnd they land at my feetRight next my pride, now can you beat that?And what I can I say I come racecars and goth rockAnd what can you doYou're just California gridlockI'm a broken down camaro overheatedBut you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash7 days passed since your last break up noteWith its shaky and scribbled out, started over, broken wordsThat you wrote you know having what you needed wasn't good enough for youNever do, never doAnd now you're in his house that's the size of a mallI've never seen a grand piano look so fucking smallYou know probably one of many things that are small about him tooAnd what I can I say I come racecars and punk rockAnd what can you doYou're just California gridlockI'm a broken down camaro overheatedBut you'll never know you're the one that caused this crashCan we just try to forget that we were ever very differentCause the tattoo on your shoulder tells me baby that ain't trueBut I like that in you, so quit tryin' to prove yourselfAnd wake up and lose yourself in meAnd what I can I say I come racecars and cock rockAnd what can you doYou're just California gridlockI'm a broken down camaro overheatedBut you'll never know you're the one that caused this crashAnd what I can I say I come racecars and pop rocksAnd what can you doYou're just California gridlockI'm a broken down camaro overheatedBut you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash