Playlists Lyrics

Not like we had anywhere to be

We'd go out riding through the streets

You'd get in with a stack of CDs

It was never clear which ones you left for me

I think I'll hold onto the whole sleeve

Listen to them on repeat

You can stream it all now I suppose

But the playlists are so impersonal

A generation removed from the mixtape kids

We pirated our music and put it onto compact discs

Spend all afternoon burning it

Tracklist written out neat

You can have anything you want in an instant

And share it on your feed

But the playlists are so impersonal

So impersonal

You liked burning down the house

I liked listening to you sing it with the windows down

If I ever need to sell this car

They'll need to surgically remove the piece of my heart

That's stuck in the stereo

Yeah the playlists are so impersonal

So impersonal