Testo On The Hood Matt Mays
It all began without warning
On a strange winterâs morning
The sky turned red
The vibrations went dead
With these terrible songs on a rainy day
The pressure just started to fall
Your scene doesnât do anything for me
It doesnât do anything at all
Is the music gone?
Is it gone for good
Itâs only 6 metal strings on a piece of wood
And all these things goinâ on in my head
Make it kinda hard to deal
Like seaweed swayinâ in the ocean blue
For me, itâs got to be real
I donât care anymore
People tell me I should
Theyâre out lookinâ for hits
Iâd rather lay on the hood of an old car with my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end
Iâll take you on a trip
Inside my soul
There youâll see
The part that somebody soul
Now can you see this picture that I painted for you
Itâs of you that youâre not used to
But you refuse to donât you?
Youâre thinkinâ too hard
You canât think too hard
I donât care anymore
People tell me I should
Theyâre out lookinâ for hits
Iâd rather lay on the hood of an old car with my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end
It all began without warning
On a strange winterâs morning
The sky turned red
The vibrations went dead
With these terrible songs on a rainy day
The pressure just started to fall
Your scene doesnât do anything for me
It doesnât do anything at all
I donât care anymore
People tell me I should
Theyâre out lookinâ for hits
Iâd rather lay on the hood of an old car with my girlfriend
And my real friends
Until the end