I may as well take my time
Miles and miles of runway
I don't need to be reminded
A bruise from out of nowhere, and now it's making sense
I'd get the car off the runway if I could get it out of the ditch
I'm awake and uncoiled
Maybe I won't choke this once
I'm awake, I've been rejected
And I'm ashamed of what I've done
I'm awake, the size of a Buick
Turn the room into a car
Drive it off a fucking cliff
When I'm screwed into the wall
I may as well take my time
Miles and miles of runway
I don't need to be reminded
A bruise from out of nowhere, and now it's making sense
I'd get the car off the runway if I could get it out of the ditch
I keep it chained up
When I'm screwed into the wall I may as well take my time Miles and miles of runway I don't need to be reminded A bruise from out of nowhere, and now it's making sense I'd get the car off the runway if I could get it out of the ditch I'm awake and uncoiled Maybe I won't choke this once I'm awake, I've been rejected And I'm ashamed of what I've done I'm awake, the size of a Buick Turn the room into a car Drive it off a fucking cliff When I'm screwed into the wall I may as well take my time Miles and miles of runway I don't need to be reminded A bruise from out of nowhere, and now it's making sense I'd get the car off the runway if I could get it out of the ditch I keep it chained up Explain Request ×
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