Written by Butch Walker



I see him look at you and speak with such eloquence

All I can do is rhyme eloquence with presidence

It's the only word I think about

When your his and not mine...

(So unkind, so unkind)

And it gets so annoying like a chick magazine with 17 subscription cards shoved in between

They fall past my seat

And they land at my feet

Right next my pride, now can you beat that?



And what I can I say I come racecars and goth rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash



7 days passed since your last break up note

With its shaky and scribbled out, started over, broken words

That you wrote you know having what you needed wasn't good enough for you

Never do, never do

And now you're in his house that's the size of a mall

I've never seen a grand piano look so fucking small

You know probably one of many things that are small about him too



And what I can I say I come racecars and punk rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash



Can we just try to forget that we were ever very different

Cause the tattoo on your shoulder baby tells me that ain't true

But I like that in you, so quit tryin' to prove yourself

And wake up and lose yourself in me



And what I can I say I come racecars and cock rock

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash



And what I can I say I come racecars and pop rocks

And what can you do

You're just California gridlock

I'm a broken down camaro overheated

But you'll never know you're the one that caused this crash