Three AM and the screen stays black, Sent a text that I can't take back. Sitting still in a high-end frame, Everything changed but the cost is the same. Leather smells fresh but the air feels dead, Chasing the phrases that you never said. Spent two grand just to feel baseline, Now I’m running out of road and I’m running out of time. You wanted someone that you couldn’t quite fix, I wanted something that wasn't in the mix. Now the dashboard lights are the only thing left, Counting down the minutes of a quiet theft. Forgot the way that I used to feel. Numb to the touch, Numb to the sound. Pushing the pedal till the engine breaks, Living with the wreckage of my own mistakes. Headlights cutting through a heavy gray fog, Mind running circles like a stray house dog. Too much space in an empty room, Paying for a view just to stare at the gloom. We didn't crash, we just ran out of gas, Looking at a ghost through a tinted glass. They all want a piece till the tank runs dry, Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. It’s not too late... Or maybe we’re just too far gone... To clear the slate... We burnt the bridge just to watch it glow, Now there's nothing left but the undertow. [Rapid-fire triplet vocal delivery, building speed] Ready or not, here it comes, let it hit, let it hit— Cold hands on a freezing wheel Forgot the way that I used to feel. Numb to the touch, Numb to the sound. Pushing the pedal till the engine breaks, Living with the wreckage of my own mistakes. You can keep the palace... I'll just take the road... Deleting the thread.
