Like I'm Tom May

Boulevard apartment, that was in 2007
When I drove you back from Philly then
You were with me there in secret
I was markin' out for that feeling
Like I know it's real, 'cause I feel it

And I hate to make you feel morally in debt
I wish you were on my arm
Want you tattooed on my neck
I hate to make you feel more than depressed
Baby, I'm correcting this mess

'Cause this summer, I've had enough
I took too much
Didn't see you enough

Crashed my car on Keyser like I'm Tom May
Playing Twisted Metal like I'm Kanye

And I hate to hold on to restless feelings

Moving through these attitudes
Like we could not be speaking then
And still, I come right back to you
I hate to make you feel more than incensed
Pulling up with the best

See the prices going up
And I start to fade away
Final crisis of the heart passing over me again
I try to call you back
Can't remember anything
You're the CD in my car
You're the phone that never rings

And I hate to hold on to restless feelings

Crashed my car on Keyser like I'm Tom May
Thank you, Black Kray