Race Cars and Goth Rock (Album Version)

Race Cars and Goth Rock (Album Version) - Butch Walker

I see him look at you and speak with such eloquence

All I can do is rhyme eloquence with precedence

It's the only word I think about

When you're his and not mine

So unkind so unkind

And it gets so annoying like a chick magazine

With 17 subscription cards shoved

In between

They fall past my seat

And they land at my feet

Right next my pride now can you beat that

And what I can I say I come race cars and goth rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down Camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that 'caused this crash

7 Days passed since your last break up note

With it's shaky and scribbled out started over broken words

That you wrote you know having

What you needed wasn't good enough for you

Never do never do

And now you're in his house that's the size of a mall

I've never seen a grand piano look so f**king small

You know probably one of many things

That are small about him too

What I can I say I come race cars and punk rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down amaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that 'caused this crash

We just try to forget that we were ever very different

'Cause the tattoo on your shoulder

Baby tells me that ain't true

But I like that in you so quit tryin' to prove yourself

And wake up and lose yourself in me

What I can I say I come race cars and cock rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down Camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that 'caused

What I can I say I come race cars and pop rocks

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down Camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that 'caused this