worlds collide and i’ve got no more knives, i’m going nowhere tonight
said she’d have pulled out my eyes, and it didn’t even take me by surprise
oh my blood runs cold, old senses fall in line
when i used to be so bold, i’m such a mess this time
‘cause it was written in the back seat, you and your turnpike dreams
oh but even in my fantasies, the roles are blurred it seems.
so come on, come on, i don’t need you to wish me well now
when it’s been so long
and i could pray for the rest of my life for civility
don’t know how much that would’ve changed me
can’t say how much that would’ve changed
what good am i, tracing all the contours of the wrongdoing in life?
i should give up more of my time, because it’s unincarcerated time.
i wanna celebrate you, want you to lock me down
i’ll intervene with any bullshit on the overground
‘cause you’re a powerhouse of kindness, you put everyone at ease
and if you love me like you do, maybe there’s not much wrong with me