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Watsky performed at Amoeba Hollywood, March 13, 2013. Watch the full performance: http://bit.ly/Z21f4m Buy his albums: http://bit.ly/17Hek5M Follow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/amoebamusic Like us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amoeba Lyrics: Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job Love you if you love a car for the road trips Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips Cause you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt and pulling you from the open window of your flipped car Cold pizza Tie-dye shirts Broken hearts Give'm here, give'm here Hand me downs Give me give me leftovers Give me give me sloppy seconds Give em here, give em here I don't care where you've been How many miles, I still love you Show me someone who says they got no baggage I'll show you somebody whose got no story Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me We won't know until we get there The who, or the what, or the when where My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago And I promised that I would rock it till it's thread bare Bet on it Every single person got a couple skeletons So pretty soon, in this room It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants Me and you and the elements We all have our pitfalls Beer's flat, the cabs have been called And everybody and their momma can hear the drama that's happening behind these thin walls Cold pizza Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) Broken hearts Give'm here, give'm here Hand me downs (hand me downs) Leftovers (leftovers) Sloppy seconds Give'm here, give'm here I don't care where you've been How many miles, I still love you I dont care (cold pizza) Where you've been (tie-dye shirts) How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you I dont care (hand me downs) Where you've been (left overs) How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you My pattern with women isn't a flattering image But I don't want to run away because I said so I dont want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let show Everything in fashion That has ever happened Always coming crashing down Better let go But in a couple years it will be retro You rock Marc Ecko My shirts have the gecko Cuz in the past man, I was hopeless But now's when my little cousins look the dopest Fuck the fashion po-po Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips Fuck a five second rule That's a plan I never understood It's September in my kitchen in a Christmas sweater Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods And there is not a single place that I would rather be I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up just like me Cold pizza (cold pizza) Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) Broken hearts Give'm here, Give'm here Hand me downs (oh hand me downs) Give me give me leftovers (leftovers) Give me give me sloppy seconds Give'm here give'm here I don't care where you've been How many miles, I still love you I dont care (cold pizza) Where you've been (tie-dye shirts) How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you I dont care (hand me downs) Where you've been (left overs) How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you