Dark Parking Lot
Painfully living a falsehood, leaving a crossroads
Having my mind get prodded at
I disconnect from my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
I expect all I hear is incorrect
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect
I expect all I hear is incorrect, oh
I expect all I hear is incorrect
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
I can create a new timeline
Travel through hindsight
I could go back and plant the key
If I just learned about nothing
That would be stunning
I would feel so empty, angry
But I'm living a falsehood, leaving a crossroads
Having my mind get prodded at
I disconnect from my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
I expect all I hear is incorrect, oh
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect, oh
I expect all I hear is incorrect
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
I disconnect with my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
Having my mind get prodded at
I disconnect from my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
I expect all I hear is incorrect
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect
I expect all I hear is incorrect, oh
I expect all I hear is incorrect
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
I can create a new timeline
Travel through hindsight
I could go back and plant the key
If I just learned about nothing
That would be stunning
I would feel so empty, angry
But I'm living a falsehood, leaving a crossroads
Having my mind get prodded at
I disconnect from my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
I expect all I hear is incorrect, oh
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect, oh
I expect all I hear is incorrect
Hang my neck, all I hear is incorrect
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
I disconnect with my family
I am an ashtray
I get all the respect I need
All I wanna do with my time on Earth is sit in a dark parking lot
Seeing what my time is worth and make prints bigger than my palm
Do with my time on Earth is walk until my legs fall off
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Writer(s): James Alexander Macpherson
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