Like I'm Tom May

Boulevard apartment, that was in 2007
 When I drove you back from Philly then
 You were with me there in secret
 I was markin' out for that feeling
 Like I know it's real, 'cause I feel it
 And I hate to make you feel morally in debt
 I wish you were on my arm
 Want you tattooed on my neck
 I hate to make you feel more than depressed
 Baby, I'm correcting this mess
 'Cause this summer, I've had enough
 I took too much
 Didn't see you enough
 Crashed my car on Keyser like I'm Tom May
 Playing Twisted Metal like I'm Kanye
 And I hate to hold on to restless feelings
 Moving through these attitudes
 Like we could not be speaking then
 And still, I come right back to you
 I hate to make you feel more than incensed
 Pulling up with the best
 See the prices going up
 And I start to fade away
 Final crisis of the heart passing over me again
 I try to call you back
 Can't remember anything
 You're the CD in my car
 You're the phone that never rings
 And I hate to hold on to restless feelings
 Crashed my car on Keyser like I'm Tom May
 Thank you, Black Kray