| That summer we took threes across the park, |
| But by fall we were a cover story, |
| Now in stores. |
| Make us poster boys in the scene. |
| For we are not making our acceptance speech. |
| I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes. |
| Every dot comes refreshing for a journal update. |
| So long live the car-crash heart. |
| Lie on the couch till the poets come to life. |
| Fix me in 45. |
| So long live the car-crash heart. |
| Lie on the couch till the poets come to life. |
| Fix me in 45. |
| I can take your problems away. |
| A mile away. |
| Oh, my head, it smashes the cover boy, |
| That I am. |
| Only thing I’ve ever done that is good. |
| And it’s free and my password in the after life. |
| I was the one, |
| Was the one who made all our hearts beat all in time. |
| So long live the car-crash heart. |
| Lie on the couch till the poets come to life. |
| Fix me in 45. |
| So long live the car-crash heart. |
| Lie on the couch till the poets come to life. |
| Fix me in 45. |
| Long live the car-crash heart. |
| So long live the car-crash heart. |
| Lie on the couch till the poets come to life. |
| Fix me in 45. |