find me on dead end road
that is where i make my home
a cul-de-sac all alone
that is where i'll be

with the shades drawn down tight
in the yard a broke down bike
not another soul in sight
that is all you'll see

weeds are growing in the ditch
only thing that seems to live
don't ask cause there ain't much sense to it
along with not much need

cracks and holes line the street
much like the asphalt heart in me
something else to make you want to leave
the insecurity

if you'll look ******* dead end road
that wretched place i call my home
a cul-de-sac where nothing grows
that's where you'll find me