Getaway Car
You got a thousand traits I hate
like your dumb belief in fate
and the trust that it will take
responsibility for
you always got one foot out the door
even when lying on the floor with me
kissing and assuring me
you totally adore this!
Your sincere countenance so flawless,
almost as if you’re really convinced
of all the things that we
picture to ourselves, but
when you wrap your arms around my neck,
pull me in close, push me off far,
you kiss my lips but behind my back
you clench your fist around the keys
to your getaway car,
your getaway car!
You claim to hate being surprised
by small gifts, and party-wise,
and all the small things that could be nice,
they just demand too much of
you keep on dodging like a pro
everytime someone gets close
to you and tries to get a hold
on you, you totally ignore it!
You flee the scene of crime before it
turns into something that is close enough
that a potential loss could
hurt you in the end, so
when you wrap your arms around my neck,
pull me in close, push me off far,
you kiss my lips but behind my back
you clench your fist around the keys
to your getaway car,
your getaway car!
and the worst thing about you
is not that you can’t care at all,
it’s just that you will hit a wall
whenever you would have to
trust what you can’t control