Testo Car Seat Magazine

Cover it up
I’m keeping you close out of habit
I’m a coward and oh so dramatic
All this time is unfortunately hazy
After all this time there’s no sense in pretending
Hey, quit coming around in your old red corolla
You’ll forget me like the magazine behind the front seat
You’ll forget me like the words on every page Cover it up
The pain in our eyes is tragic
I’m the nice guy with bad habits
Living this lie was unfortunately amazing
After all this time there’s no sense in pretending
I’m not trying to be a coward
I’m just trying to face the choice that lingers here
I’m not trying to be a coward
But we've disconnected