Baby Blue Motorcycle

Out here in the troubled waters
Condom in my wallet and roughly thirty dollars
By the morning, I'll have pissed it all away
On some temporary comfort
Now my head is resting where it lay
A teenage fraud and a runaway
Now I can't afford, I can't afford
To send you flowers on your birthday
You write for Nylon, Lucky and Teen Vogue
But I could write a book on what you don't know
You think you love me
You think you know me
But you don't know me at all
So get your pictures while you still can
Of Mickey Mouse strung out on Vicodin
My love, my love in a Disney fantasy
When the morning comes you'd be better to forget
I wanna ride away, wanna ride away
On a baby bluе motorcycle
I wanna feel the wind run through my hair
Run through my hair
I wanna ride away, wanna ridе away
On a baby blue motorcycle
I wanna ride away, wanna ride away
On a baby blue motorcycle
If you think that you love me
Then you don't know me at all
I need you to help me
But you don't know how
Oh, here I go on some negative shit
They all cringe but I know you enjoy it
So for tonight, can we just not fight?
Can we just not fight?
Can we just not fight?
I wanna ride away, wanna ride away
On a baby blue motorcycle
I wanna feel the wind run through my hair
Run through my hair
I wanna ride away, wanna ride away
On a baby blue motorcycle
I wanna ride away, wanna ride away
On a baby blue motorcycle