[Intro] Rust on the bonnet, smoke from the back Rain on the windshield, heart off track Gearstick shaking like my hands do Every red light, still I crawl back to you [Verse 1] You are like driving an old car, babe No MOT and a cracked ashtray Radio stuck on the same sad tune Heater broken in the middle of June Doors don’t shut, got to slam that shit Tyres bald and the brakes half quit But I keep turning that key at night Praying this wreck will somehow drive right [Verse 2] You stall out every time I need you most petrol fumes, half truth, cigarette ghost Say you will change, then you miss the turn I smell bullshit before the engines burn My mates all shout "just scrap that heap" But I am white knuckled on this driver’s seat Skidding through the same old rows Rain on the visor, make up flows [Hook] You are a fucking piece of junk I love you and I hate that I am stuck Every warning light is on, and I stay Burning down the motorway anyway You are a fucking piece of junk But my stupid little heart won’t give you up Every rattle, every shake, every bruise I still pick you, I still pick you [Verse 3] Stereo cuts out when the song gets good Like you fade when I am understood Engine coughs when I talk too loud You choke up if I say I am proud Rearview full of the shit you have done Pothole nights and no clean runs But my foot hits gas when I should hit brake Chasing a feeling that makes my bones shake [Hook] You are a fucking piece of junk I love you and I hate that I am stuck Every warning light is on, and I stay Burning down the motorway anyway You are a fucking piece of junk But my stupid little heart won’t give you up Every rattle, every shake, every bruise I still pick you, I still pick you [Breakdown] (spoken, raw, almost crying) You cough, you splutter, you drain my cash. You leave me stranded in the middle of nowhere. My mum says get rid. My mates say get rid. They are right. They are all fucking right. But my hands still find the keys. And my chest still jumps at the sound of your engine. Broken, battered, out of tune. Just like us. [Hook] You are a fucking piece of junk I love you and I hate that I am stuck Every warning light is on, and I stay Burning down the motorway anyway You are a fucking piece of junk But my stupid little heart won’t give you up Every rattle, every shake, every bruise I still pick you, I still pick you (gang shouts: Piece of junk, and I still pick you) [Outro] Headlights off on an empty lane Cold night air and a heart half sane One day I will leave you on the hard shoulder, boy Till then it is tear streaked noise Old car love and a steering wheel grip Teeth on lip, oil on fingertip You drag me down, you fuck me up And I love you, and I love you
