I'm the song in the car you have to turn up the volume to . Because like some songs are meant to be played loud, Some people are meant to be loved hard Like a broken bottle's Glass shard broken pieces of my heart puncture my soul and rupture the parts of me that are more soft grunge than rock n' roll. and I no longer have control of my feelings so if you're leaving, take a little piece of me. A lock of hair. Tie it around your finger. This isn't fair For just a little while longer I'd love to linger.