hang out

You are blissed out and cynical all at once
You are decrepit around people but with me you’re young
And you’re stuffed up so you can’t smell the scent of your new car
But we drive around for hours though we don’t go very far

We get to your house, get into your bed.
Maybe you want me or it’s all in my head.
Maybe you love me, maybe I’m a fool
Either way’s fine because I think you’re pretty cool