Lyrics: Meg Smith
Music: Meg Smith/Taylor Foley/Alexis Idarose Kesselman
I’m crying
At an Italian restaurant
Got nothing
But everything that I could want
I’m trying
To sell my heart at a pawn shop
I’d rather be freaking out at a rest stop
Fortune teller, psychic reading
Disco ball, now I can see it
Me and you and somewhere scenic
Tell your lovers that you’re leaving
Carlos
This life is too hard
Let’s leave all our sorrows
Until only god knows where we are
So get in the car
I get off
On an Irish exit
Let's do drugs
Just for the aesthetic
Motel 6 stuck in the eighties
But I’ll sleep like a goddamn baby
Fortune teller, psychic reading
Disco ball, now I can see it
Me and you and somewhere scenic
Tell your lovers that you’re leaving
Carlos
This life is too hard
Let’s leave all our sorrows
Until only god knows where we are
So get in the car
Carlos
They’re dimming the stars
Can’t wait till tomorrow
The madness will end when the engine starts
So get in the car
Vroom vroom
I’m so blue
Put your hands up
If we’re doomed
Zoom zoom
Freaky fast
C'mon carlos
Hit the gas
Vroom vroom
I’m so blue
Put your hands up
If we’re doomed
Zoom zoom
Freaky fast
C'mon carlos
Hit the gas
Carlos (Carlos), this life is too hard (This life is too hard)
Let's leave all our sorrows (Let's leave all our sorrows)
Until only God knows where we are (Where we are)
So, get in the car
Girl, give me ten minutes
I'll be right outside