Tekster: Bodyjar. Plastic Skies. Too Drunk To Drive.

Give me the keys now you're too drunk to drive
You say it's all because of me
Tilting your head so you can catch me eye
Promising things I can't believe

Why can't you recognise the need
I don't wanna be the one
That's always left to find you

Some people live on memories
I don't wanna be the one
That's always left to find you
Find you

If I could make everything work out right
I'd bring my photographs to life
But it's hard to figure out reality
When you're consumed by compromise