if you would like
i could help you put my hands
on the trigger
wouldn’t want it to be your fault.
if you think i’m bad now
well you should see me look at myself in the mirror.
is there something i could say?
to freeze us right there in that frame
where we laid, on that day
and now i know what it feels like
to be blinded in the bright lights
lost all my sensibility
when i got lost in this fever dream

windows down on the freeway
the desert sand
coming in like rain
and i wonder what would happen
if i keep the car driving
if you don’t break it on purpose,
you’d just jump out.
and worry not about the roadburn
on your skin
the bleeding red

if this is a fever dream
i am waking up in a cold sweat
all stuck to my bed
and you left me a note
on the other side of the sheets
delivered by a ghost
and it said.
if the voices get too loud,
i hope they burn themselves out
i hope they burn themselves out
i hope they burn themselves out.

to keep the car driving
to have you in the morning
to keep the car driving.