You are a getaway car
– a rush of blood to the head
But me, I’m just the covers
on top of your bed
You steer away in a rear view mirror
– you make my head swim
I keep you warm and won’t ask you
where you’ve been
With your backless black dress
soaked to the skin
When it’s said and done
they’re all scrambling
And we’re friends, yeah we’re friends
Just because we move units
Strike us like matches, cause everyone deserves the flames
