I tell you things to tell myself

I bite your lip if I'm not sleeping well

That won't help i guess i know

I'll bide my time with videos

I drive you home and flash my brights

My eyes are eggs with uncooked whites

I broke the yolk on my way home

It turns my face a warm yellow

I'm calling from the car

I'm thinking of you darling

And I'll write songs about my flaws

Cause that's a way to self absolve

You think that's fucked you told me so

I always paint a charming glow

I'm calling from the car

I'm thinking of you darling

I'm sorry for what i said and didn't say

You know my name if you're coming back this way