Wait,
Before you shackle yourself again.
Wait.
You lost yourself another friend.
3Am dinner in the gutter, curbside
Super fried, super sized
I'm too tired to drive
It's the sweet sacrifice,
Look back on days of glory
23 More hours till I repeat the story.
It's 6am drives, jackknifed on the shoulder
Still high from last night, the miles tend to sober
My eyes, stop signs, the miles tend to bore me
23 More hours till I repeat my story
I'll crash and burn before I start to run again
I'll crash and burn before I start to run again.
I'll crash and burn before I start to run again.
I won't pick up your call; I’ll stay inside instead.