Every mile of this highway (Don't stop driving) 

Every fading yellow line (Drag me away) 

Wipes the tears that I stopped making 

Kills the vision of my pale face 

Wedged in stillness inside a wooden box 



I will not comply 

Every day seems hotter colder blacker brighter 

Stairways tighter 

Tired of wondering why there are holes in your reflection 

Tired of wondering why 

The arms which hold me 

Taper off at the wrists 



I won't lie: It's crossed my mind 

In darkened rooms and on Sunday mornings 

With sore throats and apparently nothing ahead 

Damn my first steps for endearing me to this place 

Damn my casket smile and their probable tears 



Tears 

Apathy diminshed becomes discontent 

Sequelled by seclusion 

Wasting my life as I'm cast into decades of silence 



A bullet in the head would look great with that dress 

And an exit wound about the size of a fist 

I watch your dance as its cast into decades 

Into decades 

Watch your dance as its cast into decades 

Cast into decades of silence 



Don't stop driving today 

I couldn't bear it 

The same fucking grey sky 

The same fucking streets 

The same fucking day 

After day