Cadillac from Losin' by Colin Miller

Suckin down coffee, Pall Malls, and oxygen
If you blow up this time
The blame will be all on me
Nascar crash on the big screen
Shirtless in July heat
And I’m helpless
Helpless, helpless

In the blood-black tinted window Cadillac
There goes all my hope for you
There goes all my hope for you

Turn your lazy eye
Put me in the brights
And laugh at me through fake teeth
From the other side
Maybe you were born to run that redlight
Baby, you were born to run that redlight

In that blood-black tinted window Cadillac
There goes all my hope for you
There goes all my hope for you
In the blood-black tinted window Cadillac
It’s a good day at the wreck yard
It’s a bad day for my heart

• Folk
• bedroom pop
• indie rock
• lo fi country
• Asheville