Jake McKelvie & The Countertops - Propeller lyrics

I want to know a backward compatible companion A tired road, a sleeper in the gra** The days are ruined, it's like a thousand afternoons Just landed in my lap and swore themselves to secrecy But whatever they're keeping is not worth me seeking It's not too late for me to touch your virtual body And your estate isn't all that heavily guarded It gets so cold that next time I break the mold I'm gonna wrap myself up in all of the pieces And I wanted you so bad, I wanted you so bad I'm getting old and I'm trying to keep my propeller Above the fold and on the bottom line There's nothing more, I don't know what this antenna's for But as long as there is a 24 hour convenience store I'll be conscious forever with my hands tied together It's just one step above a stick and a torn up bandana It's hard to love it's harder still to join The highway stars in a world of high calorie protein bars And a trophy for the leader of the double dippers And I wanted you so bad, I wanted you so bad