Sloppy Seconds Remix (Live)

Fuck you if you love a car for the 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 seat belt

Pulling you from the open window of your flipped car

Cold pizza (cold pizza)

Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)

Broken hearts, give'm here, give'm here

Hand me down (hand me downs)

Leftovers (leftovers)

Sloppy seconds

Give em here, give em here

Show me someone who says they got no baggage

I'll show you somebody whose got no story

Nothing gory means no glory, so 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 it's 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 momma can hear the

Drama that's happening behind these thin walls

Cold pizza (cold pizza)

Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts)

Broken hearts, give'm here, give'm here

Hand me down (hand me downs)

(Leftovers) Leftovers

(Sloppy seconds)

Give'm here, give'm 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

My pattern with women isn't a flattering image

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

I dont 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

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

Now's when my little cousins look the dopest

(Whoop whoop) Fuck the fashion po-po

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

Fuck a five second rule

That's a 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'm here, give'm here

Hand me downs

(Leftovers)

(Sloppy seconds)

(Give'm here, give'm 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 still love you

I still love you