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