Sports Car

(альбом: MAYBE - 2019)

Boy, it doesn't take much to make you happy

Emma packed her bags and all, she moved out slowly
Into the back of a two-seat car and consequently told me
I don't think there's any way that I could tell just what you're thinking now
I just kept quiet for the risk of sounding boring
And so you fall in love with a real estate man's daughter
The way it wraps around your brain like two high school brushed up flowers
Circling, she'd sit and wait
Racing home, it's getting late
Drive onto the parkway
Have I lost my mind, oh for heaven's sake

I'm not sad I'm just built by design
In a boxed up suburb
In the cut of the light
Where you can drive away
In your sports car replica
Where you can wait on another day
To get yourself out in the rush
Say you're gonna come back
Thinking you'll never come back

And now the sun it only rises
On the back of the horizon
And I've been trying to find it
For a long, long time
And I've learned to live without you
You read a note, just how I left it
I know you hold the world around it
But you really messed mine

I'm not sad I'm just built by design
In a boxed up suburb
In the cut of the light
Where you can drive away
In your sports car replica
Where you can wait on another day
To get yourself out in the rush
Say you're gonna come back
Thinking you'll never come back

A shadow's often over me
Somehow I still know that you're loving me
They're telling me that time is money
Could you turn it back?

I'm not sad I'm just built by design
In a boxed up suburb
In the cut of the light
Where you can drive away
In your sports car replica
Where you can wait on another day
To get yourself out in the rush
Say you're gonna come back
Thinking you'll never come back

Emma packed her bags and all, she moved out