Wolfy's watching car wrecks on the internet It's hard to look away, some sicko's made a playlist Pick you up at eight, I'm rolling in a Pinto Fender bender a cop car, flaming out in claims court So fucked it's not even funny But you've got ways of making me laugh Yeah, time is a trash compactor I'm feeling pressed But at least you're here with me And we've got sexual tension Bending over backwards doing my best To make the most of my minutes Diminishing in a garbage world You tell me to You tell me to Wolfing down Doritos, licking on my fingers Anger on my tongue, Doritos in my anger I can make it numb, get salty, spicy, bitter Drink a lot of water, try to wake up different So fucked I swear nothing matters But you've got ways of making me talk Yeah, time is a trash compactor I'm feeling pressed But at least you're here with me And we've got sexual tension Bend me over backwards, I'm doing my best To make the most of our minutes Diminishing in a garbage world You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to - You tell me to breathe like it's easy, like it's easy Like it's something I've been doing for years