A cut out from a magazine

We are not even real

Nor are the things we think we feel

Going back to 030

Fly for 20 hours or so

Thousand miles apart in heart and soul

Now the rub is burning

Now the wheels are turning

I don't care as long as you don't

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

I met you on the dance floor

I was high and you were bored

I asked you for a lighter

And you thought, "Oh, I like her"

Going back to 030

Back and forth but we go forth

Nothing lasts forever, no

You spent all our money

Used to call me honey

I know that you're sorry, ooh

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We're dying for connection

Hoping that we get some

Some sort of reaction

Maybe we just need attention?

We go driving, we go driving

We go driving in your black car

We go driving, we go driving

We go driving in your black car

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast