The GoodYears

When I get older I wanna be a racecar driver And sell all my belongings to pay for a range rover Everytime I realize what it is I see I look at it a bit hard harder and decide its blasphemy My eyes play tricks on me a lot I changed myself for you and you didn't like the outcome Turns out the me you loved wasn't the me I've become 34 miles east of Grove City Lived a boy with a need for speed and luckily (Luckily for him) He was buckled up and ready to drive all over town, when somebody walked in and Tore his racetrack down (Fuck em) I changed myself for you and you didn't like the outcome Turns out the me you loved wasn't the me I've become Friends and family become fiends and enemies Anyone who tries to help is just talking down to me As you sit on the curb the curse keeps on thickening You finish your smoke, and fish for that itch you cannot stop craving You can't stop craving what can you not What can you not stop craving, what? It's love