Pink Tires. Smile Lines. - Olivver the Kid

pink tires

i’m not the only one

in love with someone who lost my number and

i’m not the only one whose hair is going gray

who won’t leave the house today

i won’t leave the godd-mn couch

except to kiss you on your mouth

in bed, oh in bed, the kiss

burnt out lips

smile lines, balancing

her heart smokes in the corner

but only she says she likes mine

wants to talk about matters of hers

burnt out love

find a balance between who i was, who i wanna die as

my own bed, laying on the corner

got a couple plans to say

pink tires

am i the only one who’s been

photoshopped off a double platinum rap like that?

i’m not the only one depressed as sh-t like that

swear she’s gon' drive right down to me

tell me i was wrong

religion made for yourself

i can’t blame her, can’t blame you

say enough, who i am

prowl on my life

you don’t know me

let you into my head

never gonna let that happen again, yeah

pink tires

am i the only one who’s been

photoshopped off a double platinum rap like that?

i’m not the only one depressed as sh-t like that

you know she, she a metaphor

telling me you got someone to call on these low lows

punch drunk love, punch me in the face

in the front, only once

i know you’re not

strawberry freak, come kiss me and feel it

pink tires

am i the only one who’s been photoshopped out of my own life?

i’m not the only one depressed like this

depressed as sh-t

i’m just a puddle, a chimney, longing to pray to…