I drop people like the bottles I used to throw in roads
The red lights last hours, and the green lights last seconds
Each day adds another number.
Feels like I'm wasting my days away driving through the streets
And they talk to me but I can't tell you about that.
I cant seem to stop thinking
There's homeless people out there with a job,
And what's wrong with the economy?
Minimum wage workers that finished college.

I told you, your super heroes don't always have to be involved with the dramatics of life and death
Sometimes
It's the small things.
Did you ever figure that out?
I hope you found the beauty where you used to see none.