That's a pretty big trunk
On my Lincoln town car ain't it
Big enough to take these broken hearts
And put em in it.
Now I'm driving round
On the boulevard, trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over
They don't ever see them
They never see them
And I've got this black suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral
I got 5 more miles 'til the road runs out
{How can this feel so right... now}
I'm about to drive in the ocean
I'm about to swim from something
Bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
Good
Got some mediocre beats
On this 808 CD, yeah
Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated
And I would've put tints on the windows
But what's the difference?
I'm feeling like a ghost (no Swayze)
Ever since I lost my baby
And now I got this black suit on
I'm rolling around like I'm ready for a funeral
I got one more mile 'til the road runs out
I'm about to drive in the ocean
I'm about to swim from something bigger than me
Kick off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
I'm going out
(Oh my pretty love)
Don't try stopping me
I'm going out
(Throw me a line)
Don't try to save me
(You broke my heart)
I got no flares
(You broke my heart)
I got no vest
(Prove my love)
I got no fear
The waves are washing me out...
I'm about to drive in the ocean
I'm about to swim from something bigger than me
Take off my shoes
And swim good
And swim good
Take off this suit
And swim good
And swim good
Good
{How can this feel so right?
In this moment, how can this feel so right?}