Lyrics Watsky – Sloppy Seconds

Fu*k you if you love a car for its paint job
Love you if you love a car for the road trips
Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar
Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips
'Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard
Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp
And when you woke up
Somebody was unclipping your seatbelt
And pulling you from the open window of your flipped car

Cold pizza, tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts, give 'em here, give 'em here
Hand-me-downs, give me, give me leftovers
Give me, give me sloppy seconds
Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you

Show me someone who says they got no baggage
I'll show you somebody whose got no story
Nothing gory means no glory
But, baby, please don't bore me
We won't know until we get there
The who or the what or the when, where
My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago
And I promised that I would rock it till its thread bare
Bet on it

Every single person gotta couple skeletons
So pretty soon, in this room
It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants
Me and you and the elements
We all have our pitfalls
Beer's flat, the cabs have been called
And everybody and their mama can hear the drama that's happening
Behind these thin walls

Cold pizza, tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts, give 'em here, give 'em here
Hand-me-downs, leftovers
Sloppy seconds
Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you

I don't care, cold pizza
Where you've been, tie-dye shirts
How many miles, I still love you
I don't care, hand-me-downs
Where you've been, leftovers
How many miles, I still love you

My pattern with women isn't a flattering image
But I don't want to run away because I said so
I don't want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws
And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let show
Everything in fashion
That has ever happened
Always coming crashing down better let go
But in a couple years it will be retro
You rock Marc Ecko
My shirts have the gecko
'Cause in the past, man, I was hopeless
But now's when my little cousins look the dopest
Fu*k the fashion po-po
Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips
Fu*k a five-second rule
That's  plan I never understood
It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater
Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods

And there is not a single place that I would rather be
I'm fu*ked up just like you are
And you're fu*ked up just like me

Cold pizza
Tie-dye shirts
Broken hearts
Give 'em here, give 'em here
Hand-me-downs, give me, give me leftovers
Give me, give me sloppy seconds
Give 'em here, give 'em here

I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles, I still love you

I don't care, cold pizza
Where you've been, tie-dye shirts
How many miles, I still love you
I don't care where you've been
How many miles I still love you

Lyrics rating:
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