Ride all night into my ecstasy

Crash into the walls in front of me

Dirty roots feel like they're getting old

It's hard to grip what's hard to hold

Black tape melted, rain on the cover

And the last day I loved you is gone, it's gone

Backseat lover, crease on the leather

And it feels much better, you're gone, you're gone

Ah-ah

Aah-ah, ah

Friends of friends, I'm a shadow on the wall

Catch my breath in a pool of alcohol

In a vision of my own control

It's hard to grip what's hard to hold

Black tape melted, rain on the cover

And the last day I loved you is gone, it's gone

Backseat lover, crease on the leather

And it feels much better, you're gone, you're gone

Ah-ah

Aah-ah, ah

Ah-ah

Aah-ah, ah