Is anybody happy with life in the backseat?
Trying to master the art of detaching.
Is anybody driving?
Is anyone asking?
Is anyone grasping?
Then nothing lasts.
Whoa, I know we're all * exhausted.
Whoa,
am I in my head or have we all lost it?
So I ask myself, am I?
I
don't remember last week,
got my head scratching,
but everyone's acting like nothing is lacking.
Think we might be crashing,
everyone's laughing,
time is just passing,
and nothing lasts.
Whoa,
I know we're all * exhausted.
Whoa,
am I in my head or have we all lost it?
So I ask myself, am I?
The only one looking for substance.
Don't want to end up in a casket head full of maggots,
fighting for the jack * again in the fondness.
Am I
the only one looking for substance?
Am I talking to myself?
Is anyone out there screaming at the walls?
I can't relate at all, relate at all.
Thought the
theatrics would happen a classic.
Give me the real *, give me the magic.
So I ask myself, am I?