Laughing and crying, like a maniac
Driving faster and faster
With my school friend the passenger
She asks her to kindly slow the the car
She's afraid now, and she wants to go home

But these roads are dark and deep
Mama feels the need to drive them fast
To drag her car across her past
Before it traps her

Like a thinly stretched rubber band
Bound too tightly not to break
"Let her pick her poison"
"Let her pick her pain."
"Don't look at her that way."

The radio plays "damaged"
They ask if she's alright
As she bursts into tears,
I say "she's like this all the time."