Getaway Vans and Troubled Drivers

Fumes of disappointment
Inhaled through exhausts
Screech of the tires
I ran, I should have walked
Peep through the windscreen
At streets dead ahead
Wrap around the phone pole
Hoping for death

At least now I hear you
Forgotten how to fear
Airbag for a pillow
A ringing in my ears
Sound of the sirens
They carry me away
Keeping my soul
From entering a better place

I open my eyes
And I see screens
Flatlined
Right in front of me
I get out of bed
And back behind the wheel
I'll shut my eyes
I no longer feel

Stop this car
Stop this car
Stop this car
Stop this car



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Thackray
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