You wanted to know just what makes me tick,

I guess I could say that,

You and your bullshit,

Are pushing me towards an explosion.

I guess you're what drives me



I wish I could ride you,

Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,

Break your neck like you broke my will,

The guardrail will take you home.



I guess you get caught up,

In the day-to-day,

Drama of being you.

To notice me,

And what's become of my eyes,

The vessels are an angry red,

Just like the blood from my lips, as I chew on them.



I wish I could ride you,

Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,

Break your neck like you broke my will,

The guardrail will take you home.



I keep your picture as a reminder, of what I wish I wasnt.

It's like a fun house mirror version of myself,

through those fucked up eyes of yours.



I wish I could ride you,

Drive you too fast into a sharp curve,

Break your neck like you broke my will,



The guardrail,

The guardrail,

The guardrail,

will take you home.