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BUTCH WALKER
Written by Butch Walker I see him look at you and speak with such eloquence All I can do is rhyme eloquence with presidence It's the only word I think about When your 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 racecars 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 its 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 fucking small You know probably one of many things that are small about him too And what I can I say I come racecars and punk 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 Can we just try to forget that we were ever very different Cause the tattoo on your shoulder tells me baby that ain't true But I like that in you, so quit tryin' to prove yourself And wake up and lose yourself in me And what I can I say I come racecars 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 this crash And what I can I say I come racecars 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 crash
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