INV016: POST-APOCALYPTIC LIFELINE

Don’t know how ended up in this car
Uber driver is afraid we’ll throw up
Upwards heading to the sixth floor
Slowly leaning your spinning head on my door

Dara ra ra ra ra
Dara ra ra ra ra

And I’d say something dumb to break the ice
Like ‘darling you should quit wearing old spice’
I’d hum to you the last song I wrote
Sipping warmed up cherry cokes
In this post-apocalyptic lifeline

It will be just this time
I swear, just one last time
I won’t pretend I'm fine
I swear, just one last time

It will be just this time
I swear, just one last time

Dara ra ra ra ra
Dara ra ra ra ra