Wrong sun. Wrong tongue. Wrong fucking plate. Hands on the wheel like the wheel owes me fate. [Verse 1] Neon bleeds down the windshield like a busted saint I miss the exit, miss the decade, miss the restraint Waiter slides a plate I can’t pronounce or trust Heat hits the molar, then the memory combusts Phone says morning, sky says funeral blue I toast a dead hour with a drink I can’t chew Leather, chrome, a laugh stuck in my teeth City don’t know me — city shows its teeth I gun it at the fountain like it owes me rent Pretty red metal with a violent bent [Chorus] Under the influence — lose the lane, lose the name Under the influence — same brain, different flame Jet lag in the jaw, jet fuel in the chest I wreck the shiny promise just to pass the test Under the influence — chant it till it sticks Wrong food, wrong clock, wrong continent, wrong fix Mouth full of static, map full of shit I’m still the one walking — don’t you forget it [Verse 2] Impact sings — glass, water, chrome, applause I crawl out grinning with the night in my jaws Bare feet on marble, concierge losing faith Blood on the cuff like a stamp from the wrong place Fuck, the horizon does a cartwheel, then two I answer in a language that won’t answer back, too Dashboard dimming till the warning lights melt Glove box knocking like it lives in my belt Grief keeps a fork in the opposite hand Feeds me a hometown I can’t understand Addiction taps the tank — more, more, more I tell it I’m empty; it kicks in the door [Pre-Chorus] Spice in the lungs, static in the mouth Twelve hours sideways, can’t find north or south Culture on my collar, won’t wash, won’t translate I floor through the spinning and I still miss the gate [Chorus] [Bridge] The thought pulled up like a cab with the door already wide I didn’t get in — stood in the rain till the joke fucking died Fountain coughed me back, wet wire, split lip, alive Survival ain’t cinema, it’s a shoe full of glass and a spine I count to a sunrise I don’t have the words for yet Wrong map in my pocket. Right lungs. Not done. Not yet. [Pre-Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Pre-Chorus] [Final Chorus] Under the influence — spin it, I’m still in it Under the influence — break it, I don’t quit it Clock in my ribs on somebody else’s shift I crawled from the pretty wreck with my fists Under the influence — say it, say it Culture, kitchen, language — I can’t fake it Still breathing through the spinning, still biting the bit Under the influence — and I’m still here, shit
