- cifra
Still got your trash in my car
Minus that old garbage heart
Make no mistake when I say
That I prefer it that way
None of that old dialogue
Boy, you can talk around the clock
There are no words left to say
Guess I should go away
That's what you'll say
Still got some trash in my car
I drive it around near and far
There are no words left to speak
And that's my favorite thing
'Cause now when I drive it around
The passengers don't bring me down
Sorry, but what can I say?
I have been going away
Far, far, away
Forgive me
I'm not sorry
Still got that trash in my car
Minus two old garbage hearts
There are no words left to say
You have been thrown away
Far, far, away
Forgive me
I'm not sorry
Forgive me
I'm not sorry
Forgive me, forgive me
I'm not sorry
