Backseat Serenade

Lazy lover

Find a place for me again

You felt it once before

I know you did

I could see it

Backseat serenade

Little hand grenade

Oh god, I'm sick of sleeping alone

You're salty like a summer day

Kiss the pain away

To your radio

You send me reeling

Calling out to you for more

The value of this moment lives in metaphor

Yeah, through it all