its 11:30 am and im seated next to unsuspection
bottled blonds and slicked back smiles
i can barely hit 35 on this narrow road
but i speed down the straightaway to make you go away
to get of my bumper, and out of my heart
and when my eyes shoot to the rearview mirror you're gone
i want more then just a parking pass hanging, i want a kaldiscope on my dashboard
a circus i created with my own hands
its saturday morning and i should be sleeping
but im commuting like the rest of the lost souls
just thinking, just thinking
about how fucked up i've made myself
and how i love the mayhem but wish for more time
to say the things that are on my mind
t minus 5 months til take off
to this suicide mission, where i can only come back different
and we all want change, thats what we voted for
but all the stains on stomachs and ink on arms has me wishing for something less permanent
something i can just wash off when im done
but it doesnt work like that
and baby we're dealing in big lies now
it doesnt hurt, i wont cry, its over
and the numb feeling doesnt make me want to die
ill try harder, i promise, im sorry, your forgiven
its broken its fixed
baby your the police man and this is cardiac arrest.
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