That summer we took threes across the park,
But by fall we were a cover story,
Now in stores.
Make us poster boys in the scene.
For we are not making our acceptance speech.
I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes.
Every dot comes refreshing for a journal update.
So long live the car-crash heart.
Lie on the couch till the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.
So long live the car-crash heart.
Lie on the couch till the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.
I can take your problems away.
A mile away.
Oh, my head, it smashes the cover boy,
That I am.
Only thing I’ve ever done that is good.
And it’s free and my password in the after life.
I was the one,
Was the one who made all our hearts beat all in time.
So long live the car-crash heart.
Lie on the couch till the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.
So long live the car-crash heart.
Lie on the couch till the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.
Long live the car-crash heart.
So long live the car-crash heart.
Lie on the couch till the poets come to life.
Fix me in 45.
