“I’ve got an idea for you.”

brittle fingers, my bones ache
headlights in my rearview mirror are too bright
it comes to me then, i’m too sensitive for this life

sore legs, my muscle burn
fog swirls in the sky as the taillights dip below the horizon
it comes to me then, i forgot to tell you that one last thing

empty stomach, my head pounds
punk music circles in and around my head
it comes to me then, i’ll never quite fit into this existence