Lane Derbyshire - Untitled Dec 10, 2024, 132AM (Cover) (Remastered) (Cover)

Mage—duel, coldwave—fusion, Sad, indie punk, slow song, Bittersweet, electronic punk dubstep SFX VHS circus Hi-Fi male dystopian surf rock, 1960s UnViolent Crooner folk cheeky timeless 1950 surf Rock

[Chorus]
But I can't make you stop, so take it as a lost and hopeless case
A discarded, frosty surrender, forgotten opposing forces, a futile race
I'm the tension in this conversation, a fix, a boyish obligation
A dim-witted commitment, just to get your foreclosure over compensation

[Verse 2]
I can't stand the situation I'm in, it's a test of my endurance
I'd love to say it's just one of those things, but you don't trust my thinking, my resistance
Your glossy, fluffy highway just opened up, a loss, a halt
It's my way or the highway; I just changed lanes for a monster truck's assault

[Bridge]
Maybe in the rearview mirror, someway, somewhere out of here
There's a way that I can steer clear from you, a distant echo, a fading fear
Make all the choices seem like you know what's best
For the fastest way to get where I need, a destination unknown, unrest

[Chorus]
Close off all the back road off-ramps for us, drive-through, ride program, or bust
If I knew how to choose a few shortcuts, I'd do anything to get off this short bus
Tossed up all the things you assume I'd forgotten, soft and locked
Think you better find another way home from the parking lot, a loss, a shock

[Verse 3]
Nobody's going to make me change directions, a lost cause, you change lanes
To cut off a monster truck; something's got the test of me, a strain
One thing that's been testing to see if I've been resting
Getting further from the death of me, interstate destiny

[Outro]
Interlaced with destination ecstasy, try to make this displaced routing seem
Like mistakes of days awake and rowdy, a dream
Maybe in the rearview mirror, someway, somewhere out of here
There's a way that I can steer clear from you, a distant echo, a fading fear

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[Verse 1] I detest the futile actions that escalate the pain I make the surface seem genuine, a captivating disguise My deceptions pair well with nicotine and sweet temptation's stain Your examination, poor guidance, receives a mention in this refrain Some social climber's slick facade, so smooth, sailed for your reckoning day A sale today, set to scale over the record's theme, in a world that's gone astray [Chorus] But I can't make you stop, so take it as a lost and hopeless case A discarded, frosty surrender, forgotten opposing forces, a futile race I'm the tension in this conversation, a fix, a boyish obligation A dim-witted commitment, just to get your foreclosure over compensation [Verse 2] I can't stand the situation I'm in, it's a test of my endurance I'd love to say it's just one of those things, but you don't trust my thinking, my resistance Your glossy, fluffy highway just opened up, a loss, a halt It's my way or the highway; I just changed lanes for a monster truck's assault [Bridge] Maybe in the rearview mirror, someway, somewhere out of here There's a way that I can steer clear from you, a distant echo, a fading fear Make all the choices seem like you know what's best For the fastest way to get where I need, a destination unknown, unrest [Chorus] Close off all the back road off-ramps for us, drive-through, ride program, or bust If I knew how to choose a few shortcuts, I'd do anything to get off this short bus Tossed up all the things you assume I'd forgotten, soft and locked Think you better find another way home from the parking lot, a loss, a shock [Verse 3] Nobody's going to make me change directions, a lost cause, you change lanes To cut off a monster truck; something's got the test of me, a strain One thing that's been testing to see if I've been resting Getting further from the death of me, interstate destiny [Outro] Interlaced with destination ecstasy, try to make this displaced routing seem Like mistakes of days awake and rowdy, a dream Maybe in the rearview mirror, someway, somewhere out of here There's a way that I can steer clear from you, a distant echo, a fading fear

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