О треке
Then we're running back the same way.
Crash my car, steal my heart, break it up and call it art.
Maybe we're a trainwreck year, but I still want to be here.
Fuck me, baby, close your eyes and wipe your tears.
Love me, hate me, when you need me, I'll be here.
Fuck me, baby, close your eyes and wipe your tears.