Car Seat Magazine

Cover it up

I'm keeping you close out of habit

I'm a coward and oh so dramatic

All this time is unfortunately hazy

And after all this time there's no sense in pretending

Hey, quit coming around

In your old red corolla

Quit coming around

You'll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat

You'll forget me like the words on every page

Hey, quit coming around

Cover it up

The pain in our eyes is tragic

I'm the nice guy with bad habits

Living this lie was unfortunately amazing

And after all this time there's no sense in pretending

Hey, quit coming around

In your old red corolla

Quit coming around

You'll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat

You'll forget me like the words on every page

Hey, quit coming around

I'm not trying to be a coward

I'm just trying to face the choice that lingers here

I'm not trying to be a coward

But we've disconnected

You'll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat

Of your old red, of your old red...

But we've disconnected

Hey, quit coming around

In your old red corolla

Quit coming around

You'll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat

You'll forget me like the words on every page

Hey, quit coming around

In your old red corolla

Hey, quit coming around