Meet You Later

Sounded like a seagull, turned out to be a siren
Not the good kind, red and blue swine
I've got too many problems, they never seem to end
It all depends on what you call a problem
And when you meet your ending will Peter be demanding
One more question like what about the women

Leaving on your arm, did she let you drive her car

How did you handle it, probably fucked it up 'n' shit
Ice cream covers both your arms hiding all them pretty scars
The ones worn as a prize, text me, babe, come back inside
Clutched tight in memory, it's so hard not to be there
Lost in a fearsome tumult, longing becomes too tremendous
Please, overlook these filthy rags stupid quarrels

And let's play, I didn't know what to say

When she brought him to our wedding, guess I was fucking laughing
I remember when we met everything got wet
I wasn't pissed at all, in fact I was fucking laughing
I ain't the driver
I'm just some random (?) who fell far from his (?)
Still let's not talk it over again I meet you later
(?) I meet you later