[Intro: VEXLESS — Low, Playful] Blue car. Black heart. Good music. No fucking crisis. See? I can behave. Sometimes. [Beat Drops] [Verse 1: VEXLESS] Blue E92 under sodium light, Cold little smile and I’m loving the night, Scott keeps driving, I sit somewhere deep, Wide fucking awake while the rest try to sleep. No drama tonight. No doors getting slammed. No one doing anything stupid or damned. Honestly? Bit disappointing. But the road looks good and the bass keeps rolling. Maybe I don’t need hell every time I appear, Maybe I can sit in the dark without feeding the fear, Maybe being the devil doesn’t mean every night has to end with someone losing the fucking plot in a fight. That’s maturity. Apparently. Horrible concept. [Chorus: VEXLESS — Melodic] Blue car, black heart, Streetlights flying past, Little bit of darkness, little bit of fucking class. Windows down, night air, Bassline in my chest, Turns out even devils sometimes like a fucking rest. Blue car, black heart, Nothing chasing me, Rolling through the darkness feeling strangely fucking free. [Verse 2: VEXLESS] I know what they expect when they whisper my name. Fire. Chaos. Something to blame. They think I’m all teeth, all threats, all rage, Like I’m trapped forever on one fucking page. Nah. I’ve got range. I can laugh too. Can enjoy watching Scott actually make it through another day without tearing his own mind apart, Without handing every bastard the key to his heart. That’s progress. And I notice. Even if I’d rather die than admit I’m proud of this hopeless overthinking bastard who turns one weird look into a full investigative fucking docket. Still... he’s better. And that matters. [Chorus] Blue car, black heart, Streetlights flying past, Little bit of darkness, little bit of fucking class. Windows down, night air, Bassline in my chest, Turns out even devils sometimes like a fucking rest. [Bridge: VEXLESS — Spoken] Don’t worry. I haven’t become nice. I still have standards. Very low ones. But standards. [Verse 3: VEXLESS — More Honest] There are nights when the memories hit too hard, When grief comes riding in the passenger part, When Scott goes quiet and nobody knows how much fucking weight he carries wherever he goes. That’s when I stay close. Not loud. Just there. Sometimes darkness understands darkness better than anyone fucking cares. I don’t fix him. I don’t pretend. I just make sure he knows the road doesn’t end. There’s another junction. Another sunrise. Another stupid joke. Another reason to drive. That’s enough tonight. [Final Chorus — Bigger] BLUE CAR, BLACK HEART, HEADLIGHTS ON THE ROAD, WE’VE CARRIED TOO MUCH SHIT BUT WE’RE LIGHTENING THE LOAD. WINDOWS DOWN, NIGHT AIR, BASSLINE HITTING HARD, WE DON’T NEED TO BREAK APART JUST BECAUSE LIFE LEFT SOME SCARS. BLUE CAR, BLACK HEART, AND I’LL SAY THIS ONCE: THE DARK DOESN’T ALWAYS MEAN YOU’RE FUCKING LOST. [Outro: VEXLESS — Smiling] Now turn it up. This sentimental shit is ruining my reputation. [End]
