Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honda Civic - Work Tape, artist - Armors.
Date of issue: 24.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Honda Civic - Work Tape |
Can’t dance myself clean enough to feel like a real person |
Now Frances is my Frisco, she plays volleyball at Yale |
Took 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, 'til she forgets that I’m alive |
I hate the way I am, and I hate the way things are |
Maybe singing, thinking, walking to my car |
What’s the point of 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 few more, now she smokes, it’s ringing in my ear |
She said that she likes 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 doing 90, and it’s 3 o’clock at night |
And I feel like a piece of shit for speeding, fuck my life |
'Cause I don’t wanna 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 of 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, introduce me to your friends |
Take me to a party where I will not do some drugs |
Run into the bathroom with an everlasting shrug |
And when it all is over and you’re nowhere to be found |
I’ll find myself singing to a thirty-person crowd |
A ballad or a eulogy, who really gives a fuck? |
'Cause if I die alone, it will not be because of luck |
What’s the point of 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 |