Even if we tried to drive, 
I wouldn't know left from right.
The guard rail to the center line,
I'm bouncing back and forth like some kind of survival game.

And you've got twenty dollars that says I'm full of shit.
Let's put it on a receipt spike and let's spend the last of me.

And I've been breathing pure hate into everything
-I only want to stare you down.
-I only want to stare you down.

And even if I had a light, I wouldn't know which to use 
'cause there's something that'll put me straight to sleep,
around on every fucking floor board in this tired place.
And it's been so so long since something didn't come too late.

And I've been breathing pure hate into everything 
-I only want to stare you down.
-I only want to stare you down.

And I keep breathing pure hate into everything 
-I only want to stare you down.
-I only want to stare you down.
-I only want to stare you down.

And even if I got it right,
I wouldn't know, no, no. 
I will never. 
No, no, no.