Mobo Isn't Coming Back

I could fuck this whole road up if I wanted
Carve my name into the stop signs and the pavement
And if I'm a spider you're a hornet
We don't have a car or a bike - I don't know if we'll make it

And it's eleven o'clock so the stores are closing
Take my hand give me water don't expect me to start floating

I hope if I can stick my arm out the car window far enough
One of these passing streetlights can take my arm clean off
And I'm sure it'll hurt but at least it'll feel different
When my skin, shoe soles and patience are wearing thin

And god yeah we could die
But wouldn't that be nice

And now my head's against the steering wheel
I'm pulling at my seatbelt
There's no hope there's no salvation here
And I'm stuck here by myself

My head's against the steering wheel
I'm pulling at my seatbelt
There's no hope there's no salvation here
Mom, I think I need your help

And you can build yourself a new house
It won't make the days feel longer
You can jump out of that window
Sure as fuck won't end world hunger

It's a painful kind of living
When you're backwards in the front seat
Or wine drunk on Thanksgiving
Driving nails right through your feet