This will be the year
Of all of my mistakes
These walls will fall
With my dignity
I'm a disaster
Exploding in slow motion
Can't make up my mind
Can't make up anything
Crashing like a train
Derailing swiftly
Giving out my number
******* myself
To the whole city
This chaos knows
Nothing of mercy
My blind eyes know
Nothing of the truth
Just this downward spiral
The desecration
Of my troubled youth
I'm in a car, a really ****** junker. I'm in the front seat, but I'm not the one driving. The girl behind the wheel looks like me, but she isn't. I don't know who she is. We're speeding down the highway at night, at seventy miles per hour. I keep begging her to slow down, but if she listens, she doesn't let it show. The blacktop is empty for us, but we don't need someone else to cause us to crash. We are our own dynamite. We're hurtling through this frantic void, broken by streetlights. I'm quiet now, but I'll start screaming soon, and the radio will play nothing but my worst nightmares. We're going to crash. We're going to crash. Oh my g
