In the race to get out of this place,
I am checking my face in the back of a spoon,
So don't presume to know shit about me,
'Cause I don't know myself from one day to the next,
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed,
Nine am to the beat of a drum,
As we drive through the canyon,
'Cause I don't presume to know shit about you,
When you won't really tell me until I beg you to,
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed,
I like that we argue,
But not everyday,
It's grey, grey, it's grey.
So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
Just take me home and get me undressed,