ever since i pulled over
i've been looking for you in the strangest places
with desperation painted on my face
and i'm shaking as i check
every car window in the parking lot
swallowing these ashes whole
and know that soon i'll be en route to the hospital
you'd think i've got it all
till tires start to crawl
i'm asleep at the wheel
this binge is monumental
getting high in a borrowed car
and listening to the songs that got me this far
into my own head
just thinking of this
always thinking of this
put on a pair of sunglasses
that turn february grey
into everything yellow
you'll always wanna see as much of the sky
as much of the sky as possible
you'd think i've got it all
till tires start to crawl
i'm asleep at the wheel
this binge is monumental
and i feel no pain at all
when these tires screech down to a halt
asleep hitting the wall
this binge is monumental
greet the world with a poker face
through empty bottles in a haze
they won't suspect a thing now
will they?
itemize your life in a panic state
so you can sleep at night and dream about
never turning old and grey
catching my breath now seems as
useless as airplane conversations
'cause i enjoy toiling in all of my frustrations
you'd think i've got it all
till tires start to crawl
i'm asleep at the wheel
this binge is monumental
and i feel no pain at all
when these tires screech down to a halt
asleep hitting the wall
this binge is monumental
our skin is peeling from the
searing steel surrounding us