taxi drivers will
always be strangers behind
the glass divider

relying on them
depends entirely on you
and human instinct

the weight on my back
disagreed, it said "please no"
oh, i almost did

but my abusive
need for a little fun and
alcohol was my doom

taxi driver, where?
please, where are you taking me?
i want to go home

the sneer on his face
suggests more than pure evil
he likes the darkness

oh, taxi driver
careful with my fragile mind
and my cotton skirt

my mom will be mad
when i tell her my new skirt
has been ripped apart

my head feels heavy
guilt and fear intertwine and
crush me, i'm breathless

no, taxi driver
you will not buy me a drink
i want to go home

i said: take me home.
everything's blurry and i
can't find my phone

oh, taxi driver
please, just get it over with
maybe you should end me

the last thing i'd see
was my dear taxi driver
looming over me

taxi drivers will
always be strangers behind
the glass divider