The Ways That We Fuck Things Up

This road, I've been here before
Headlights like stained glass, and asphalt altars
The car sings me a hymn, and I call back quietly
Father Buckley breaks bread at his sacrimony
Like your hands on the tome, Feel the words inside
Just when the edges all melt, and there's nowhere left to hide

This car confessional only sees the real me
No more hiding behind glass menagerie
Roll the windows on down and let them see the ways that we fuck things up for ourselves

So numb, like grey clouds forever
And what I'd give to see a single ray of hope
So please make me a mix, full of Jehu songs
They're the only ones that truly know what's wrong
But we've all grown up now, chorus over dirt
The more I keep looking back, the more it starts to hurt

This car confessional only sees the real me
No more hiding behind glass menagerie
Roll the windows on down and let them see the ways that you thought too much of
Your accomplishments and if they're really yours
Of what doors you closed and what ruined your core
You'll scream and you'll shout but you'll never own the ways that you fuck things up for yourselves