Rocket

I told myself to go
Lie about everything you know
I only drive crashed cars
The opiate to disaster and dying stars
Whats else did we not leave behind
We need room for what we might find
Faster than the speed of light
Count down commission hold on tight
Railways bus stations airport taxi stands
1 2 3 throw your morals in a garbage can
With money in one hand
And scissors in the other
I'll probably end up back here tomorrow
Go find me your self
I'm my own coup de grace
I will be wishing you well
I am your stomach turned into knots



Credits
Writer(s): Maddison Gruber
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