For Sale: Ford Pinto

Wolfy's watching car wrecks on the internet
It's hard to look away, some sicko's made a playlist
Pick you up at eight, I'm rolling in a Pinto
Fender bender a cop car, flaming out in claims court

So fucked it's not even funny
But you've got ways of making me laugh

Yeah, time is a trash compactor
I'm feeling pressed
But at least you're here with me
And we've got sexual tension
Bending over backwards doing my best
To make the most of my minutes
Diminishing in a garbage world

You tell me to
You tell me to

Wolfing down Doritos, licking on my fingers
Anger on my tongue, Doritos in my anger
I can make it numb, get salty, spicy, bitter
Drink a lot of water, try to wake up different

So fucked I swear nothing matters
But you've got ways of making me talk

Yeah, time is a trash compactor
I'm feeling pressed
But at least you're here with me
And we've got sexual tension
Bend me over backwards, I'm doing my best
To make the most of our minutes
Diminishing in a garbage world

You tell me to -
You tell me to -
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You tell me to -
You tell me to -
You tell me to -
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You tell me to breathe like it's easy, like it's easy
Like it's something I've been doing for years