Sloppy Seconds Lyrics - Cardboard Castles - Watsky

Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job 

Love you if you love a car for the road trips 

Show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar 

Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips 

Cuz you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard 

Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp 

And when you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt and pulling you from the open window of your flipped car 

Cold pizza 

Tie-dye shirts 

Broken hearts 

Give'm here, give'm here 

Hand me downs 

Give me give me leftovers 

Give me give me sloppy seconds 

Give em here, give em here 

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I don't care where you've been 

How many miles, I still love you 

Show me someone who says they got no baggage 

I'll show you somebody whose got no story 

Nothing gory means no glory, but baby please don't bore me 

We won't know until we get there 

The who, or the what, or the when where 

My favorite sweater was a present that I got a couple presidents ago 

And I promised that I would rock it till it's thread bare 

Bet on it 

Every single person got a couple skeletons 

So pretty soon, in this room 

It'll just be me and you when we clear out all the elephants 

Me and you and the elements 

We all have our pitfalls 

Beer's flat, the cabs have been called 

And everybody and their momma can hear the drama that's happening behind these thin walls 

Photos 

Cold pizza 

Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) 

Broken hearts 

Give'm here, give'm here 

Hand me downs (hand me downs) 

Leftovers (leftovers) 

Sloppy seconds 

Give'm here, give'm here 

I don't care where you've been 

How many miles, I still love you 

I dont care (cold pizza) 

Where you've been (tie-dye shirts) 

How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you 

I dont care (hand me downs) 

Where you've been (left overs) 

How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you 

My pattern with women isn't a flattering image 

But I don't want to run away because I said so 

I dont want to be the guy to hide all of my flaws 

And I'll be giving you the side of me that I don't let show 

Everything in fashion 

That has ever happened 

Always coming crashing down 

Better let go 

But in a couple years it will be retro 

You rock Marc Ecko 

My shirts have the gecko 

Cuz in the past man, I was hopeless 

But now's when my little cousins look the dopest 

(whoop whoop) 

Fuck the fashion po-po 

Have a stale doughnut, I don't need no tips 

Fuck a five second rule 

That's a plan I never understood 

It's a temper, in a kitchen, in a Christmas sweater (?) 

Sipping cold coffee on the phone with damaged goods 

And there is not a single place that I would rather be 

I'm fucked up just like you are, and you're fucked up just like me 

Cold pizza (cold pizza) 

Tie-dye shirts (tie-dye shirts) 

Broken hearts 

Give'm here, Give'm here 

Hand me downs (oh hand me downs) 

Give me give me leftovers (leftovers) 

Give me give me sloppy seconds 

Give'm here give'm here 

I don't care where you've been 

How many miles, I still love you 

I dont care (cold pizza) 

Where you've been (tie-dye shirts) 

How many (broken hearts) miles, I still love you 

I dont care (hand me downs) 

Where you've been (left overs) 

How many (sloppy seconds) miles, I still love you