Lyrics:

I need new wheels
A brand new life
To turn things around
Fix things with my wife
I need new shocks
And fewer drunken late-night talks
Well I saved to buy a Boxster
But the seller walked
And now I'm last
In the race to get to work I drive a Chevy Trax
You want the gist? Well, now I'm frankly bitter
In between browsing Craigslist and pitching fits on Twitter

I hate my friend's Instagram, he makes double
But I forgot he posts the good times but never posts the struggle
He says, “I really like your car, and your wife looks kinda nice.
I can't imagine a single bad bone in her body unless it's mine.”
Well it's half-past time
I crossed the line
Step back from the keyboard and reclaim my life
Cuz it's half-past time

Karma comes around with every repost
But sometimes in a frame you see the truth
Words and pics you share with trepidation
Life in orange arrows, some in blue
A Sylvia is nice, as long as it is mine, as long as it is mine
No need to save me from myself because I'm feeling fine
Because I'm feeling fine, but only just for now
I'll tell you how, I'll live somehow

I don't go on Facebook these days, what's the purpose
More baggage than an airport terminal and drama on the surface
But if you're selling your Sylvia on your group page, name your price
I got that legal JDM itch to scratch, though it might be lice
But it's half-past time
I owned a nice ride
Time to get inside of one and live my life
Cuz it's half-past time

I love your car, more than I can say
Let's roll the dice on a price you like and then I'll pay
Cuz I don't like
To barter with a dude online
Specially when they sound like they're high on their own supply
But what's my choice

I don't claim to be a rich guy who tours through vistas
I make important life choices on advice from my barista
But the auto community has my back at any price
Just as long as I don't have a Hummer at home that's of any size
But it's half-past time
I cast my nets wide
Going big or going home is my new line
Cuz it's half-past time