Lyrics:

There's a version of me that hangs out in parking lots
In my brain or my subconscious
Whatever
He has a car, the hood is popped
Talking to some other me's I don't recognize
Gathered around
Staring down at the engine block
Milder me's
But this guy
This show-off showing off
Kinda rules
He obviously knows a lot about cars

I or the me I most am
Drives by in the backseat of my parent's car
Wondering what it's like
To care that much about chrome
Sincerely

I'd like to teach the world to sing
Fuck
Anything