Sloppy Seconds

Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job

Love you if you love a car for the road trips

Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar

Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips

'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard

Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp

And when you woke up

Somebody was unclipping your seatbelt

And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car

Cold pizza, tie-dye shirts

Broken hearts, give 'em here, give 'em here

Hand-me-downs, give me, give me leftovers

Give me, give me sloppy seconds

Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

Show me someone who says they got no baggage

I'll show you somebody whose got no story

Nothing gory means no glory

But, baby, please don't bore me

We won't know until we get there

The who or the what or the when, where

My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago

And I promised that I would rock it till its thread bare

Bet on it

Every single person gotta couple skeletons

So pretty soon, in this room

It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants

Me and you and the elements

We all have our pitfalls

Beer's flat, the cabs have been called

And everybody and their mama can hear the drama that's happening

Behind these thin walls

Cold pizza, tie-dye shirts

Broken hearts, give 'em here, give 'em here

Hand-me-downs, leftovers

Sloppy seconds

Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care, cold pizza

Where you've been, tie-dye shirts

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care, hand-me-downs

Where you've been, leftovers

How many miles, I still love you

My pattern with women isn't a flattering image

But I don't want to run away because I said so

I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws

And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let show

Everything in fashion

That has ever happened

Always coming crashing down better let go

But in a couple years it will be retro

You rock Marc Ecko

My shirts have the gecko

'Cause in the past, man, I was hopeless

But now's when my little cousins look the dopest

Fuck the fashion po-po

Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips

Fuck a five-second rule

That's  plan I never understood

It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater

Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods

And there is not a single place that I would rather be

I'm fucked up just like you are

And you're fucked up just like me

Cold pizza

Tie-dye shirts

Broken hearts

Give 'em here, give 'em here

Hand-me-downs, give me, give me leftovers

Give me, give me sloppy seconds

Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care where you've been

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care, cold pizza

Where you've been, tie-dye shirts

How many miles, I still love you

I don't care where you've been

How many miles I still love you