Take my soul, take my heart

Tear me apart

If I'm good for anything

It's all of this suffering

So use me for parts.

To you I'm just salvage

I ain't ran right in years

So drive me then gut me

Deceive and fuck me

Then disappear.

Take all my jokes

And tell them to them

And act like you're someone

That could be someone

Worth loving.

And steal all the good parts

You found in me

Yeah, you'll sell 'em quick

Yeah, you'll sell 'em cheap

Hey, you'll give 'em for free.

But I cleaned all my pistons

I'm running on 91

And I'm piecing myself

Back off the shelf

One by one.

And now I've got a driver

Who chooses the high road

They don't use me for scraps

Or throw my ass back

When I hit potholes.

And I'm flying down freeways

Going 117

And a '68 fastback

Looks like a hatchback

Racing me.

Ah, I believe

You cannot tear down

What's built up strong now

Thankfully.

Oh, I believe

That you cannot tear down

What's built up strong now

Thankfully.

And I'm flying down freeways

Going 117

And a '68 fastback

Looks like a hatchback

Next to me.