The Grind - Remo Drive

I was living in color

HD, flat screen, recline

Covered in leather

But the picture got dimmer

This year I could swear

The water tasted way worse

And I feel sick

The water tasted way worse

I was living all over

Point at a place on a map

I was down to go there

But if I’m being honest

I could feel the paper

Dulling up that shine

I could hear the friction

I could feel the grind

'Cause we’re falling out of love

Love, love

We’re falling out of love

Love, ooh, love

You were sporting some leather

Over meat is murder

It doesn’t get better, no

Irony like that is reserved for the TV

For the TV, are you on the TV?

No

So take that shit away from me

You’re hung over

You’re up all night, no light

Is this your infinite summer?

Dressed up like a king, I feel resentment

Boiling in my blood, ooh, I think it’s time

That we give this shit up

'Cause we’re falling out of love

Love, love

We’re falling out of love

Love, love

'Cause we’re falling out of love

Love, love

We’re falling out of love

Love, love