Hitting the Potholes on Purpose
Hitting the potholes on purpose
A vision of actual pain
Driving in my own lane
Here we go again with the goddamned cars
Might as well mention the scars and the stars too
The hazards have always been on
As I make my way down to obliteration
Have you ever cried into roti
Your sadness can surprise you
That is if you want it to
(And it could also easily kill you)
Here we go again with the goddamned death
Might as well mention that my life-force just up and left
Where have all the hours gone
And why can't they take me along
I don't want to heal
I don't want to feel
And I don't want to steal any more than I have to
And I have to
I have this one friend who used to say this one thing
On the subject of my tunes
He called them suicide notes set to music
I wish I had never laughed along
But technically I'm trying to reach out to you through the songs
And technically that was the first time I thought of therapy
And technically it's heartbreaking but he is someone sadder than me
Whom I love and would love to see
Where have all the hours gone
And why can't they take me along
I don't want to heal
I don't want to feel
And I don't want to steal anymore
A vision of actual pain
Driving in my own lane
Here we go again with the goddamned cars
Might as well mention the scars and the stars too
The hazards have always been on
As I make my way down to obliteration
Have you ever cried into roti
Your sadness can surprise you
That is if you want it to
(And it could also easily kill you)
Here we go again with the goddamned death
Might as well mention that my life-force just up and left
Where have all the hours gone
And why can't they take me along
I don't want to heal
I don't want to feel
And I don't want to steal any more than I have to
And I have to
I have this one friend who used to say this one thing
On the subject of my tunes
He called them suicide notes set to music
I wish I had never laughed along
But technically I'm trying to reach out to you through the songs
And technically that was the first time I thought of therapy
And technically it's heartbreaking but he is someone sadder than me
Whom I love and would love to see
Where have all the hours gone
And why can't they take me along
I don't want to heal
I don't want to feel
And I don't want to steal anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Sloane
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