Eyes closing in the driver's seat
and maybe it's because I'm tired or maybe
I'm proving a point
You had one rule
break it if it's not broken and
I wasn't but I hid faster than you could shoot
you're still looking for me
shotgun in hand
but bullets don't go through
layers of glass and polycarbonate material
and I'm made of it
I hope your future children ask about the scar under your chin
and you tell them like my frantic nails had nothing to do with it
People look at me like I'll die
at the mention of your name but
you're in the back of an ambulance
every time I say I love him more than I ever loved you
Don't kid yourself
I only have real feelings when
they're artificially put in my bloodstream
but even then you can't call it authentic