Engine Full of Holes

Skrrt past what we were (yeah)

Glass in the glove compartment

Hands on a shaking wheel

Eyes on the rearview darkness

Got a racing mind, racing veins

Redline love in the wrong lane

You loaded words like hollow tips

Now I’m leaking through the paint

Tires screaming on the pavement

You just scrolling through your phone

Hit my chest with every statement

Turned my ribcage into chrome (uh)

I gave rides through every season

You jumped out at every turn

Left your jacket in my backseat

So I still smell what I burned

I’m a car crash, heart on E

Engine full of holes where you shot through me

All these bullet scars under my white tee

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till it swallows me

Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope

Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote

If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till I disappear in the overdose (yeah)

Metal in my mouth, that’s the taste of pride

Biting on the blame just to stay alive

You said, “Baby, you’re too much”

Now the silence too loud to drive

Dashboard dancing, warning lights

Same as your eyes when you’d pick a fight

You aimed sharp lines at my soft spots

Every “maybe” was a red dot sight

Airbag thoughts, they don’t deploy

I just brace for every hit

Texting “miss you” like a decoy

While I’m bleeding in the ditch

I’m a car crash, heart on E

Engine full of holes where you shot through me

All these bullet scars under my white tee

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till it swallows me

Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope

Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote

If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till I disappear in the overdose (oh)

Hit the gas, hit the glass, hit the ground, hit the past

You were aiming at my future, but you only hit my last

Every mile, every trial, every tear in this seat

Got a graveyard in the trunk, but I still don’t hit the brakes (nah)

I’m a car crash, heart on E

Engine full of holes where you shot through me

All these bullet scars under my white tee

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till it swallows me

Yeah, I’m high-speed, low hope

Racing through the smoke of the lies you wrote

If loving you was war, I’m the losing ghost

Still I floor it, floor it, floor it

Till I’m just a name in your phone you don’t open, though