[Lyric] For Sale: Ford Pinto (Rosie Tucker)

[Verse 1]
Wolfy’s watching car wrecks on the internet
It’s hard to look away, some sicko’s made a playlist
Pick you up at eight, I’m rolling in a Pinto
Fender-bend a cop car, flaming out in claims court

[Bridge]
So fucked, it’s not even funny
But you’ve got ways of making me laugh

[Chorus]
Yeah, time is a trash compactor, I’m feeling pressed
But at least you’re here with me, and we’ve got sexual tension
Bending over backwards, doing my best
To make the most of my minutes diminishing in a garbage world

[Bridge]
You tell me to—
You tell me to—

[Verse 2]
Wolfing down Doritos, licking on my fingers
Anger on my tongue, Doritos in my angеr
I can make it numb, get salty, spicy, bitter
Drink a lot of watеr, try to wake up different
[Bridge]
So fucked, I swear nothing matters
But you’ve got ways of making me talk

[Chorus]
Time is a trash compactor, I’m feeling pressed
But at least you’re here with me, and we’ve got sexual tension
Bend me over backwards, I'm doing my best
To make the most of my minutes diminishing in a garbage world

[Bridge]
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
You tell me to—
[Refrain]
You tell me to breathe like it’s easy, like it’s easy
Like it’s something I’ve been doing for years