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Gabrielle Marlena Reisner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ebban Maeda
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John Walsh
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I've been thinking about my car
I've been thinking about the driver's seat
And what it's meant to me
I've been thinking about how you broke my heart
From the moment that I picked you up somewhere near Halsey Street
You never liked this car
And you never liked my driving
I was always over way too far
And I went right over the potholes
And I never used cruise control
And here are the moments that I can't stop thinking about
These are the moments that made us
And I close my eyes and I turn to the right
And I see that you've fallen asleep
It feels like I'm driving back home to Montgomery Street
I want to dial your number, go home to you
But instead I go into the glove box
And take out the Parliaments that I fucking stole from you
We were in the back seat of your parents' car
You were so happy to have me back
You took my hand and I knew that this was gonna last
I felt it in your arms, my heart was on the farm
Now I'm driving on the island
We did this drive so many times
From Great Neck to Soho in 26 minutes
This city was our playground with nobody in it
And here are the moments that I can't stop thinking about
These are the moments that made us
And I close my eyes and I turn to the right
And I see that you've fallen asleep
It feels like I'm driving back home to Montgomery Street
I want to dial your number, go home to you
But instead I go into the glove box
And take out the Parliaments that I fucking stole from you
I've been thinking about the night that I drove away
And I sat on the bed and I told you I loved you
And I pulled the dog away
And this same car that moved us in Brooklyn
Three separate times
Is filled to the brim with all of the shit
That reminds me of our past life
And here are the moments that I can't stop thinking about
These are the moments that made us
And I close my eyes and I turn to the right
And I see that you've fallen asleep
It feels like I'm driving back home to Montgomery Street
I want to dial your number, go home to you
But instead I go into the glove box
And take out the Parliaments that I fucking stole from you
Writer(s): Gabrielle Marlena Reisner
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