The Lonely Ones

Here's what you get from me
A shiny little melody
That shit don't grow on trees
At least not every night
I think it's safe to say
No cop car has ever been
As calm and warm as when
You're in it by my side
I'll be the Lonely One
You'll be my crime
Fuck if he cares for you
My blood's running black and blue
My backseat was made for you
If only for tonight
So I guess I'll wait for you
That's all I ever do!
Seems like I'm always waiting on some stronger tide