Lyrics Honda Civic - Work Tape - Armors

Zero, one, two, three, four

Ruin my ears loudly with shitty dance music
Can′t dance myself clean enough to feel like a real person
Now Frances is my Frisco, she plays volleyball at Yale
Take a hit from a stranger so I got her email

It won't even matter which photographs I like
She′ll just stay on my phone, so she forgets that I'm alive
I hate the way I am and I hate the way things are
Singing, thinking, walking to my car

What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
In my Honda Civic I don′t even fucking own
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
So if I die alone I′ll only have myself to blame

I had a feelings that she smokes are ringing in my ear
She said that she loves singing in the spirit, Ever clear
Definitely not touched someone or actually play it cool
Fuck my insecurities and fuck this fucking fool

Now I'm going ninety and it′s three o'clock at night
And I feel like a piece of shit for speeding, fuck my life
′Cause I don't want to be out and I don′t want to be home
Just looking for some danger to pretend that I have grown

What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
In my Honda Civic I don't even fucking own
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
So if I die alone I′ll only have myself to blame

I may not be in love with you but flirt and play pretend
Meet you in New Haven and introduce me to your friends
Take me to a party where I will not know song words
Running to the bathroom with an everlasting shrug

When it all is over, you know what you′ll be found
I'll find myself singing to the thirty person crowd
I′ll buy them all a new Jeep, who really gives a fuck?
'Cause if I die alone it won′t be because of luck

What's the point in dancing if I just go home alone?
In my Honda Civic I don′t even fucking own
Seems all my good intentions are just drying up with age
So if I die alone I'll only have myself to blame