With my foot to the pedal, red roses in the front seat.
pluckin' off these petals, hopin to god that she loves me,
she loves me not, she thinks reclusive hits the spot.
I know i didn't give you all, but i gave you what I got.
I dressed in all black for a damn good reason,
Johnny Cash had a good feeling you were leavin',
I guess it was the season you were gettin' pretty cold,
I did the same in return, turned my heart into stone,

I'm not angry or depressed, I'm a little upset,
and if I ever get to hate you, hope to god we never met.
Look me in the face, you don't have a thing to say,
you need to be alone and still call me on the phone:
What a complicated way of lookin at a new us.
Well you wanna be alone, so I don't give a fuck
we were good with laughs, we were good with lust,

It was too much of a good thing,
I guess you'd had enough.