Auto

I'm on auto in Albertsons
Swiping left while in line
And I'm paying in cash
To buy some foil that's not even mine

And they call this the dream
The Los Angeles dream
I can't help but think about doing other things

Like you
Like you

I'm back on the road
Temperature's low
And he appeared, so I veered, that deer was stumbling home
But you ran right into me
Embarrassed yourself
In bed with broken things
I wanna be somewhere else

Like you, like you
Like you, like you
Like you

I can do a lot more
Like give 'em a song
But they don't know who I am
Hell I don't know them at all
Bet you when I make it there
I'm still wanting other things

Like you, like you
Like you, like you
Like you

I'm trying hard to let it go
If you start the car, I'll let you know
I'm going far, f*cking Jacques Cousteau
It's my favorite part when you let me go



Credits
Writer(s): Nikki Segal
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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