Senator And The New Republic - Call My Mechanic lyrics

Im not a picture on your personal screen. Im a practical person. I might be surfing in the wake of a dream. Im not fast but Im certain. Im leaving you without leaving first gear. Call my mechanic. It may be true I should've let you steer when I knew you were sober. Im still applauding what we had last year And it gives me the shivers. Delivered pizza and a wet cigarette. Thanks for the letter. Things could be better. Im telling everybody what you did. Wheres my megaphone? Theyre your covers but its my bed. The stains remain.