I think too much and it comes to back to haunt me later
I can turn it up, but it won't make my heart beat louder
I want to know what is made of gilded brass and what is really made of gold
Like the condensation on my car windows, my car windows

Crazy like my dad i've been burning like a dollar bill
I'm twenty one years mad if I sink and slave my heart away and
Give you all I had would you beat the path inside of me
Make pretend I'm dead with the condensation on these car windows, these car windows

And what I really want to know
Is what's theirs and what's just made for them to show
Do you really want to grow?
You always gotta give it when you are told

Lyrics submitted by wickered

Car Windows song meanings
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