Honda Civic - Work Tape

Zero, one, two, three, four
 Ruin my ears loudly with shitty dance music
 Can't dance myself clean enough to feel like a real person
 Now Frances is my Frisco, she plays volleyball at Yale
 Take a hit from a stranger so I got her email
 It won't even matter which photographs I like
 She'll just stay on my phone, so she forgets that I'm alive
 I hate the way I am and I hate the way things are
 Singing, thinking, walking to my car
 What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
 In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own
 Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
 So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame
 I had a feelings that she smokes are ringing in my ear
 She said that she loves singing in the spirit, Ever clear
 Definitely not touched someone or actually play it cool
 Fuck my insecurities and fuck this fucking fool
 Now I'm going ninety and it's three o'clock at night
 And I feel like a piece of shit for speeding, fuck my life
 'Cause I don't want to be out and I don't want to be home
 Just looking for some danger to pretend that I have grown
 What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
 In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own
 Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
 So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame
 I may not be in love with you but flirt and play pretend
 Meet you in New Haven and introduce me to your friends
 Take me to a party where I will not know song words
 Running to the bathroom with an everlasting shrug
 When it all is over, you know what you'll be found
 I'll find myself singing to the thirty person crowd
 I'll buy them all a new Jeep, who really gives a fuck?
 'Cause if I die alone it won't be because of luck
 What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
 In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own
 Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
 So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame