Honda Civic - Work Tape

Zero, one, two, three, four Ruin my ears loudly with shitty dance music Can't dance myself clean enough to feel like a real person Now Frances is my Frisco, she plays volleyball at Yale Take a hit from a stranger so I got her email It won't even matter which photographs I like She'll just stay on my phone, so she forgets that I'm alive I hate the way I am and I hate the way things are Singing, thinking, walking to my car What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone? In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame I had a feelings that she smokes are ringing in my ear She said that she loves singing in the spirit, Ever clear Definitely not touched someone or actually play it cool Fuck my insecurities and fuck this fucking fool Now I'm going ninety and it's three o'clock at night And I feel like a piece of shit for speeding, fuck my life 'Cause I don't want to be out and I don't want to be home Just looking for some danger to pretend that I have grown What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone? In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame I may not be in love with you but flirt and play pretend Meet you in New Haven and introduce me to your friends Take me to a party where I will not know song words Running to the bathroom with an everlasting shrug When it all is over, you know what you'll be found I'll find myself singing to the thirty person crowd I'll buy them all a new Jeep, who really gives a fuck? 'Cause if I die alone it won't be because of luck What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone? In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame