Sitting in the back of a stretch limo
Guilt runs rings around my skull
My head hung down so low
All that comes to mind is your echo

Things come together and fall apart
Bitter routine runs the world
Everyone smiles and grits the pain
But no one escapes the slow scars

And in the back of my mind
Thoughts swirl and mix
Producing iridescent jumble
Voluntarily hold the bucket still and kick