Backseat - Grand Theft

i saw this new born angel stand

with too much free time on her hands

she might go down on me

she’s not gonna drive me home

she’s got problems of her own

and turns a lazy eye on me

me, i’m in the backseat going south

i’m running late

and shooting off my mouth

she gets up and walks outside

i just got the feeling right

so i bow down in my best attire

when six o’clock no strings attached

if we can make our stories match

i’m half a fool i can be a liar

me, i’m in the backseat

getting drunk i’m a mess

but i’ve got a spare shirt in the trunk

turn down those worn out stars

some long lost friend of ours

was found on bended knees

show me where salvation lies

and keep the bloodshed from my eyes

keep me standing on my feet

me, i’m in the backseat fast asleep

i’m letting go

i got so little of worth to keep

© tekst & muziek: Michel Van Montfort