Senator And The New Republic - Call My Mechanic lyrics

rate me

I’m not a picture on your personal screen.

I’m a practical person.

I might be surfing in the wake of a dream.

I’m not fast but I’m certain.

I’m leaving you without leaving first gear.

Call my mechanic.

It may be true I should've let you steer

when I knew you were sober.

I’m still applauding what we had last year

And it gives me the shivers.

Delivered pizza and a wet cigarette.

Thanks for the letter.

Things could be better.

I’m telling everybody what you did.

Where’s my megaphone?

They’re your covers but it’s my bed.

The stains remain.