Black Car - Miriam Bryant, Clairmont

It was like a movie scene

A cut out from a magazine

We are not even real

Nor are the things we think we feel

I’m going back to 030

I’d fly for 20 hours or so

A thousand miles apart in heart and soul

And now the rubbers burning

Now the wheels are turning

I won’t care as long as you don’t

Cus we go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

I met you on the dance floor

I was high and you were bored

I asked you for a lighter and you thought

«Oh I like her»

Going back to 030

Back and forth but we both know

That nothing lasts forever, no

Now you spent all our money

You used to call me «honey»

And I know that you’re sorry

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We’re dying for connection

Hoping that we’ll get some

Some sort of reaction

Maybe we just need attention

We go driving in your black car

Pick me up and love fast

We go driving in your black car

Pick my up and love fast