I, I wanna make you cry,
In the worst way,
Pictures fade away,
From the story that you told,
You're both incredibly spiteful and far too,
Delicate to hold
And yet you chase your pain with alcohol,
It's not so terrible a vice until,
You start to lose control,
At the steering wheel
But I can't sit still,
'Cause you won't fuck off,
Shut up, shut up,
I'm driving out
See I, I thought that you might spit,
Through your joyless grin,
No teeth, pursed lips
But still you're staring quite the same,
We haven't spoken for an hour, just stood here,
Smoking in the rain,
Shit, I thought you'd wanna know
But I can't sit still,
'Cause you won't fuck off,
Shut up, shut up,
I'm driving out
'Cause I don't sleep sound,
Since we first hooked up,
Shut up, shut up,
I'm driving out,
Straight out of fucking town
I saw the portrait of a broken man
I'll do anything to sell,
Another day spent high as hell,
Having sick,
Serious conversations with myself
Invented complicated plans,
Involving you and me and several people,
You probably wouldn't know,
Or even care to, if you did so
Since I'm afraid of all the versions of me
That live inside your head,
Is it a symptom or a blessing,
To have convinced yourself you're dead?
Shit I'll just right the wheel,
Pretending nothing's wrong,
Fuck this, fuck you all,
I'm - gone.