Il testo della Call my mechanic

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.