Why don't you tell me who really needs a ride
When they're downtown
And feeling so alive
Inside (x2)

My heart is wrapped in golden foil
And the inside is made of chocolate
I melt in your mouth but your hands are cold
Not unlike this apartment

Resting place for little boys
Who don't have all the answers
But with one love lost then soon comes in another
And it starts all over again

Feeling skin on callused fingers
And humming notes out in the air
Drumming on tables and chairs and counters
The inspiration's just not there

So help me write this song now, baby
And maybe, just maybe, maybe you'll save me
From the hell I'm putting myself through
Just to write this motherfuckin' song for you

Why don't you tell me who really needs a ride
When they're downtown
And feeling so alive
Inside (x2)

I wrote her name in window fog
In her favorite coffee shop
Condensation and contemplating the thoughts we thought a lot
We took a walk across the downtown parking lot
Stars had nothing on us 'cause you shine brighter than them all (x2)

Why don't you tell me who really needs a ride
When they're downtown
And feeling so alive
Inside (x2)

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